All I kept thinking today
Was of Thursday
Or what Thursday used to be
And how
If we were at another venue
Performing a show
We represented the company
And we were authentic in our stories
I drove around the city
Stopped at a few places for work
And the clouds spoke to me
The rain falling
The storm brewing
It all spoke to me
It told me stories
Like how sometimes
During our shows
We use words to describe feelings and actions
Pouring rain
Shivering from a lurking wind
Drenched by downpour
The water made it hard to see
Hard to hear
All that could be felt was cold and ice
Happened as swiftly and as suddenly
As a slap to the face
I felt like
I was at a show
Deciphering words into feelings
To tell a story
And holy shit
Was it ever surreal
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Poetry Book 4
Poetryhello again! another poetry book - number four, to be exact. if you've been here a while, you know the drill: there's no order to this thing, and after 100 poems or writing pieces, there's gonna be a new book. about the cover: it was a Thursday at S...
