Blacktail Butte

At first it rained

and then it poured.

Lightning bore up to the sky

and the gods applause

resounded off the rigid mountains.

We danced,

and sang

and cried.

In the tears of  Mother Earth

we watched life unfold.

Each drop pounded into

the hillside and hid the mountain tops.

Misty clouds of slate

raced north towards the heavens.

 

Far away were our minds,

distanced by love and poetry.

Our souls drank each rain drop

and we were healed.

 

For a brief moment in time,

we were real.

 

The Earth does that,

she never ceases to amaze,

and force us to open our minds

and see with eyes unclouded by

hate.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
Our world

Comments

Kyle's_Allegory

"Our souls drank each rain drop".  What a descriptive way of putting it. It made me recall a time I was hiking through the Sawtooth mountains with someone I cared dearly for and the bottom dropped out of the sky.  Lightening and rain all around us, miles from camp, and we stood there soaked with the rain dripping from our hair and all we could do is look at each other and laugh.  It was a glorious day.

Excellent Poem!

Can-Dah-Say

Amazing! My name is Candace. Reading your poem made me want to reach out to you about a book of poems coming out Titled #MyStory. If you are interested in submitting a poem you can contact me at candacenicholas98@gmail.com.

Thank you,

Candace Nicholas

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