when the rain sits still on the window sill

there is that time between…

when there is no seamless seam

when all is lost…no forever dream

there is that quiet time…with no fill

when all stands still…

when the rain sits still on the window sill…

there is that time of season

where there is no reason

every event appears like treason

there is that quiet time…with no fill

when all stands still…

when the rain sits still on the window sill…

it is within that stillness that we must go

travel deep into the snow

cleanse and breathe and give it one more show

there is that quiet time…with no fill

when all stands still…

when the rain sits still on the window sill…

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12 thoughts on “when the rain sits still on the window sill

  1. Nancy says:

    Beautiful and straight to the Soul!!!! Amen!!

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  2. Each word carefully placed, each full of dimension and emotion. The rain sitting still seems somehow excruciating and disillusioned. Poor raindrop, I think it needs a hug. Beautifully done.

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  3. As always your poetry is so very beautiful. this one is particularly haunting.

    i have nominated you for The Lighthouse award. It’s particulaly appropriate to your fantiastic writing.

    you can read about it here.. http://livingwithshadows.wordpress.com/2014/02/15/the-lighthouse-award/

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