Unheard Poem by Lynne Crandall
Unheard
The streaming droplets of water
Are a reflection of my soul,
Carving canyons of sorrow as
They drip down the window.
The rumble of thunder
Is actually a suppressed shudder
I keep locked inside
Because if I let it go,
Someone might actually notice.
'The rumble of thunder Is actually a suppressed shudder' are powerful lines written with onomatopoeic skill.
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4/27/2024 7:50:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You must have a lot on your mind, if you have canyons of sorrow in your soul and pent up thunderous emotions