L I G H T N I N G

Watching lightning snake across the sky.
Raining pour over my head, but my eyes dry.
They guide me to the well, dry
Lay me down to the bottom, PRAY

Pray a lot to send me a savior
They isolated me in a desert, horror
Start planting a small tree and flowers
Nurture to maintain and shower
Before harvest multicolor flowers
and green fruitful trees.

by PINONDANG SITUMEANG

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Comments (4)

Whiplash! I thought I was going to read a rather run-of-the-mill poem dedicated to fathers but instead I am presented with a masterpiece of writing! The stream-of-consciousness style of writing is my holy grail, the subtlety of the symbolism in this piece, the excellence of word choice- - it is all here!
A very sweet poem that touches your heart. Trying to reach out to hold father's hat and the imagery of a pine forest, climbing a tree, touching the yellow fruit, scented clove - very well written. Enjoyed reading it. Mark.
Touching the yellow fruit! ! Nice work.
This is lovely and nice to read! ! ! ! Good job! ! !