I have not written in so long... Hello gang. Be gentle, this took a while. The struggle is real!


Catharsis



Rattling gates, a distant wind chime sings
Ghostly howls courtesy of poorly fitted eaves
Flirting with gusts of cold night air
The occasional yap of dog down the road
Mind wanders back to him.... No, back to words

Leaves whisper and shuffle on bended branch
Corrugated iron sheets clap loosely, tempo rubato
Inside, paper patiently waits for a poised pencil
While outdoors, a storm is brewing
There's his face again, quick! Back to words

Windows creak and flex, the ceiling groans
A random bang of a loose screen door
Gentle clicks of a latch left ajar
Squalls dancing with all that is free to move
Not unlike myself... finally, back to words




Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2015-11-02 at 13:44

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ternic2005
I agree with countryfrog. This poem is well done
2015-11-04


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
this is genuinely spooky/wonderful. maybe being away from writing was a positive thing, this is great.
2015-11-03


Brian Oarr
Without question the *best* poem you've ever penned, Rache. I genuinely enjoyed reading this piece.

Ya done yourself proud, Kid!

Brian
2015-11-03


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well done. This is a good comeback poem.
2015-11-02


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
And back with a wonderful poem, this is wonderfully atmospheric and full of imagery, so glad you are back to words

Elle x
2015-11-02


countryfog
I like relating catharsis to a storm . . . it can be both an emotional and physical process, and storms can affect us that way too, letting go of a relationship, of the constraints of what it was, the energy that had built up until it has to be released.

Welcome back.
2015-11-02