Today the Flood

[Jae Mc Donnell]

Wow, how about that. What a great read Leanne

Where the clouds become the earth, the ground
swells and expels its savage regrets. Great opening such a sense of buldging and overflow
Windows, shades and summers are trapped
beneath the tempest, waiting
to be born. Maybe for birth instead of to be born

You encourage exploration –
endless questions placing culverts
for forgotten debris to block, Is this about trying move past old hurts?

and the light from your eyes
is a drop in the glass
reflecting on yesterday’s mockingbird mime
and a crystal decanter of sky love the set up of this stanza

I sip again the nectar that
glistens at the corner of the hour.

Behind the curtains, tomorrow’s promise
melts feebly into soda, lime and maybe just me, but when I think of soda I think of powder. Can something melt into powder?
a slag of sorrow. Someone, somewhere,
forgets to press rewind.

Great poem overall. Love the title and the flow of the piece. Great job.