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Of Inevitability

Where have I been?
I have been waiting.
Not lost.
Waiting the way soil waits for rain,
Waiting for thunder.

Lightning splits the sky,
and I count the silence,
between the flash and the roar,
measuring how far the storm is.

Waiting is all you can do.
Thunder follows lightning,
Inevitable as breath.

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Responses to “Of Inevitability”

  1. M. avatar
    M.

    Digging tge poetry spark as of late B

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    1. Beaton avatar
      Beaton

      🔥 🔥 🔥
      ~B

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  2. bernadette massiah avatar
    bernadette massiah

    Beaton, May I ask what initiated this poem or life circumstance?

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    1. Beaton avatar
      Beaton

      The was a thunderstorm and the lights went out… so was waiting for the storm to end, and the lights to come back on, and it became a reflection on waiting… and that became this.

      ~B

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      1. bernadette massiah avatar
        bernadette massiah

        I have not yet shared any of my poems. One I will soon share came to thoughts from a woman I saw sleeping in the park one early morning.

  3. tcndangana avatar
    tcndangana

    Waiting isn’t easy!

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