With reports of the recent floods still prominent in the news, rain is once again today battering my windowpane. As we are mindful of all those devastated by flooding, take a look at this poem found on the wonderful Gratefulness.org website.
Rains come, pounding rooftops,
saturating every inch of soil
down to the deep.
Water creeps under floorboards,
pours past garage doors,
gushes into low-lying collection basins.
Bridges connecting small
country roads turn impassable,
the ones aging at the bottom
of mountains near abandoned
railroad tracks.
Grief is a sister to flood rain.
Holding hands, they roll
over restraining walls.
Together they stream, surge, cascade —
out over the land
of the heart, into valleys
of the mind, through the dark woods.
Grief is love uncaged —
overflowing, endless love.
Grief is love realized and released.
Grief is love let free.
Click here for this and other poems.
Writing Prompt: Do you recognise grief as 'a sister to flood rain'? For you, is grief 'love realised and released'? Write in response to anything in the poem for six minutes, without stopping. Don't plan, don't worry about spelling, grammar etc - just write. Post in the comments section if you like.
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