What a Wonderful World

[kaffy_r]

In the interest of reminding myself that things can be beautiful, I found a poem I wrote a while back. It made me feel better, and, since I deluged you (deluged, get it? Get it? See, there was all this plumbing...never mind....) with my cranky maunderings, I'm going to take this chance to remind you that I'm sometimes less than cranky.

Night Rain

A screen, a gentle knock and stutter of rain.
Lightning announces itself silently,
low rumble on its heels coming in with the wind.
I can feel my skin.
Pinpoints, the space between them filled with night air
and the shine of dark wet sidewalk.
One story up, the smell of summer pavement hits me.
I breathe it into the spaces between my points.
Will my skin contain me?
The lightning glows over the lake
I sit very still
and expand into joy.

June-July, 1996

Comments

[lyricalviolet.livejournal.com]

"Will my skin contain me?"

I just realized that this is *utterly* how I feel, nearly every day.

This poem is lovely, darlin', Thanks for sharing this.

[kaffy_r]

Thanks, my dear - when I'm joyful, it's like a barely contained explosion. It takes a lot of out of one, but it's eminently preferable to being drowned inside your own skin. I hope the feeling is positive for you, as well.

[maruad.livejournal.com]

You were not cranky... just ummm aggressively informative! :-)

We all have bad days/stretches. Sometimes they get us down. The trick is to get back up again, and maybe lend a hand up to someone else who is down while you are at it.

(sorry if my punctuation stinks... I sucked at English in high school whenever it dealt with the rules of how to do things properly... actually I sucked at high school except for organizing hockey pools during the playoffs. I was the great at that)

[kaffy_r]

"Aggressively informative"? I love it! And your punctuation looks fine by me. As does the suggestion that getting up out of the dumps should include having one lend a hand to someone else who's down.!