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Monday, January 9, 2012

His Storms






We got really good

at tiptoeing
Walking on eggshells 
she used to say.

We never knew 
when a misplaced word
or step
would unleash

his pain

There weren't warnings
for these storms 
that raged.  Never enough
time to take 
shelter

The jolts 
the pounding, the quaking
left us
drenched and dripping

Lifetimes later

we wait
for the aftershocks
to end



9 comments :

  1. This makes my heart break a little; it's like a peek at a pain.
    Very beautifully crafted.

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  2. beautiful! love your poetry. happy 2012

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  3. I've interpreted that in a way that reminds me of a time in my life. His storms will only subside when he does. Jx

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  4. Wow, Jane's comment gave me chills. I hope this isn't the case for all my pain, a lot of people would have to subside:)

    Very powerful and brave and painful, Julia. And so beautiful. 'drenched and dropping lifetimes later, we wait for the aftershocks to end'

    whewie! So glad you are writing.

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  5. Beautifully written Jules, would love to chat about this one. Love you, Amy xoxo

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  6. What a beautiful picture, your poetry is wonderful too. have a wonderful day. hugs.

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  7. Your words paint a vivid picture.
    Beautiful.

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  8. This brought tears to my eyes. It reminds me of my father.
    Cindy

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    1. Cindy, thank you for taking the time to leave your words. It seems you and I share a similar past. Big hugs to you.

      With love,

      Julia

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