Tonya Greenlee

Writing….has allowed me to express so many different things. Some personal, some just thoughts from what I see around me, but, a wonderful outlet that lets me explore many things I can not verbally say! I feel so very privileged to have the opportunity to participate in this very worth while endeavor. I hope you will enjoy sharing my thoughts, as they are displayed, in my poetry.

 

 

Bitter Rain

In promising signs of a bitter rain;
View wandered grace on unsteady limbs,
Solace is sought on this gloomy day,
From pregnant clouds in fretful labor,
Struggling to hold their ungainly pace.

A bitter Rain comes easin’ down,
Bringing with it insipid thought,
Dressing, dampened skin, in grey oblivion,
It conforms to every curving nuance,
Erasing all tracks of bittersweet trails.

A bitter Rain came easin’ down,
Gathered a steady drenching course,
Washed away all wishing dreams
That slipped unchecked ‘neath tender lids,
And fell in weighted crystal drips.

A bitter rain ceased easin’ down,
In hushed silence of sodden ground,
Trickles of water greet the ear,
No sign of turmoil anymore,
Just bemused stillness, just empty.

 Tonya Greenlee ©2006