Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Status: Deluge

You want to know my secrets,
to spill the words over you
like shimmering water to quench flowers in the park
But some secrets should stay secret
Some waters should remain still
for when they begin to trickle,
they may just spew on the page
and splash up in your face
Raging jets of hurt
that will not be curbed
Once the storm has begun,
you can't stop the thunder
So step carefully
in this yard
or you may find yourself 
knee deep in water.

submitted for the Sunday Whirl, Wordle 112


Brian Miller said...

i think when you tread into secrets you have to realize they will not always be pretty and once they start flowing you just got to hold on til the deluge passes...really cool pic for this...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love "some secrets should stay secret"......great pic to go with this poem!

Linda H. said...

Excellent work. There is truth in those lines. A beautiful match of wording and artwork.

I enjoyed reading this.

Nanka said...

The Deluge flows smoothly in your poem and many a deep thoughts running with it too!! Nice one!!

Dave King said...

There's so much truth with humour in this -- a glorious read.

Pat Tillett said...

Very nice! We surely do get in over our heads sometimes.

Anonymous said...

Oh wow intense, fabulously done