Rainy Season


Haystack Rock (From Wikimedia Commons)



Weariness wears on me
this dreary day.
Each drop of rain taunting me
haunting me, tear drops that won’t end.

Tears of heartache,
loss and abandonment.
Tears of betrayal,
hurt, and disappointment.

I cannot swim in such misery.
Clouds of despair envelope me.
I will never recover.

The rains of Spring seem endless.
Pablo wrote of Love and Despair
why do they go hand in hand?

I will not drown in the misery of this rain
or in the pool of despair.
I will rise above
with a fortitude unmatched,

like a solitary rock
as the tide subsides.

P. Wanken

Shared at 1Sojournal for NaPoWriMo – Day 19.





(a shadorma)

heart, inside your chest,
come with me.
I said I’d
share those heavy burdens, and
even give you rest.

P. Wanken




Written for Carry On Tuesday Prompt #204: use part of the title of Pablo Neruda’s poem “Come with me, I said…”. Posted for day 65 in 100 Days of Spring – 2013.

Soul Responsibility


I’m at the end
of my rope, I have
nowhere to turn.

“Come to me…

I’m exhausted, tired
of being everything
to everyone.

…all you who are weary…

I cannot bear
the sole responsibility
any longer.

…and burdened…

I need a break.
Does no one care?
Am I alone?

…and I will give you rest.”

P. Wanken

Inspired by Poetic Bloomings prompt #62: “Get Some Rest,” as well as Jesus’ words found in Matthew 11:28 (in italics, above).

Six Word Saturday…7/30/11

I’m tired; not the sleepless kind.

Some days, life just seems to be getting the better of me. Days that I can’t turn the other cheek. Days that I can’t look on the bright side. Days that I can’t muster the words to pray. Fortunately, those are the days that I have One who intercedes on my behalf. And lately…He’s been busy.

written for “Six Word Saturday”…click here to go to Cate’s blog to read other posts.