Rain pelts asphalt.

Black eye road,

day KO’s.

A million tiny pinpricks,

nature makes a flat fist,

unloads.

Grabs the commute by the throat

and never asks forgiveness.

Bury me below a cloud of pillows,

numb but mercifully alone.

©2023 | K.F. Hartless


Cover Artwork:Chin h Shin

Ann Peebles “I Can’t Stand The Rain”

12 responses to “Downpour”

  1. A cloud of pillows.☁️

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    1. Yes, I’d like a weekend alone with my head in those clouds.

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  2. hahaha; good one K: love the aggressive imagery and that cosy ending; pillows got a guernsey in my previous post too 🙂

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    1. It’s a survival sort of week around here. Thanks, John. I’m hoping to catch up on my favorite WP writers this weekend.

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      1. you’re in for a treat, K: I’m putting up a post, hopefully today, referencing one of your best works 🙂 I’m just getting it in final copy form —

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  3. I feel this powerful one, poetess K. 🌹

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    1. Thank you, Michele. I had this on my phone memo. One of those downpour outpours. I’m glad it found its way to the blog. I appreciate your comment. 💜

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      1. Love those! I am glad too. 😊

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  4. “A million tiny pinpricks” oh I love this line and imagery! Wonderful!

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    1. Thank you, Sam. I actually used to enjoy boxing, and I remember that numb feeling of being in the zone. I imagine the road must also feel that way when it’s getting a pounding from above.

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      1. Ohhh it’s cool to hear where this line came from and your connection to it—fascinating!

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  5. Indeed. I want a weekend in those clouds. 🙂

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