Crazy Rain, Blurred Vision, New Affection

Speak cheerfully,
Like your world’s not about to crumble
Grab that shy umbrella
Open it aggressively
Some days, weep

Angel with nervy wings speeds by
Reminds me to proceed with caution
I wake up, confident…

Like the morning’s something special
Because it is
And emotion is reckless art

Writing…
Out of one’s mind
And into someone else’s

Small ripples in a vast ocean
Flashy clouds presiding

 
By Mary Ann Blinkhorn

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12 thoughts on “Crazy Rain, Blurred Vision, New Affection

  1. Ben Naga says:

    Some rather nice lines in this.

  2. Love the phrase “shy umbrella”.

    And yes, the morning truly is something special.

  3. alvason says:

    I see wet pavements under a blustery sky

  4. I love the first two lines. They are god words to live by.

  5. Resa says:

    I love your last verse!

  6. clinock says:

    You express with integrity, thank you for the joy of words…

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