Hey all! Friday is here once more - and with it, Friday Poetry is making a comeback! I've really missed sharing poems with you all every week... plus, I wrote a bunch of poems while I was in the US, so look forward to seeing some of those as the weeks go by! :) I spent most of today at the library again, which was lovely and relaxing (I love this part of summer. So much). Mostly just worked on FH, scrolled through Tumblr, listened to various playlists, read books... you know. The usual. ;) Plus, my first critique group meeting since coming back is tonight, so I'm looking forward to that!
This week's poem is one I did write in the US. It's totally fictional, but it's a topic I haven't really covered much and I'm not entirely sure what I think of how the final poem turned out - whether I love it, hate it, or think it's somewhere in the middle. :P It was actually inspired by the book I was reading at that point (not the "listen" part, but just the theme in general)... I really liked the sense of hope in the middle of despair that it conveyed, so I'd love to hear how you guys think I did with interpreting that.
Have a lovely weekend, everyone! xx
the clouds are silent tonight.
take a deep breath and open your eyes because the storm has stalled and you and I both know that we cannot hide from the rain forever, but for now push that all away and look up:
because whispering starlight speaks louder than crashing thunder, and tonight we will smooth out the velvet folds of darkness and let heaven’s secrets drop straight into our laps,
and let’s forget just for a moment that the rain is hiding just around the corner that when dawn breaks, so will the clouds that there is nowhere left to run –
let’s escape just for a moment, because tonight, the moon is shimmering silver and perhaps wishes belong in fairytales, but tonight is a fairytale in itself, and so let us throw our wishes to the silver moon because we have nothing now to lose
listen to the night, you told me once, and now we must listen harder than ever before – because the rain is close, and you know that once the storm breaks,
so will we.
but that is tomorrow – and tonight, the clouds are silent, so darling, let us turn our faces to the whispering stars let us throw our wishes to the shimmering moon
and above all, let us listen.