When you are wet he Sends more water. When you are hot, He unshields the sun. When you are sad he sends Bolts of lightning... When you need a spark There are sure to be none. Who am I? When you are cold The snow keeps falling, When you are blown away The bombs rain down. When you are sleeping He sends a fire truck Screaming through Your part of town. Who am I? When you are scared of frogs He sends a plague of 'em Jumping in your sheets. The stuff you quench your thirst with Knocks you right off your feet. And when your belly grumbles It's hungry only poison Is to be found, and When you really need to fly Your feet are stuck Onto the ground! Who am I! When sacred fires turn troubled And little Priestesses frown And the universe threatens her Secrets are to be spread about the town. When spells are made, not broken, And ancient footsteps tread Upon the wings of Angels Who speak to her in her head; And all she loves is holy But the holy One has no name, And all she asks for is Redemption But Redemption is but a game! Who am I! So softly bowers are broken And gently cradles are formed By the hands that are all open In Civilization's dusty halls. The Angel that fell first from Heaven Preens his golden mane Yet falling is a weapon That can be used to fight his Original Shame! Who am I! Guns belong in holsters ; They do not joke in here. The knives are all but Tokens And the Blood Is but a smear And the souls they are all Dreaming, but They are sickened - They are lame. And the doors they Left are open And the Man He has no name. Who am I!
You are something else, Ms. Richards.
The feeling is entirely mutual. I am glad you liked the little riddle.
Hello! Did you like it? Laundry day today. Just finished! x
Well now that was a fun form to listen to…once again your creativity shines.
I have to admit I am having fun writing the poetry. I am glad you enjoyed it. Hope your day went well and gave you some happy reasons to write.
The imagery in this creates so much emotion to be wrung from every word… love it! 💜
I am glad you like it! How are you?
Well, I am hanging in there. The past several weeks have been hard. My mother-in-law died last month… I have pulled into my turtle shell so that I could focus on my children and my honey because this has been a very hard time for them. How are you doing?
Billy passed away. Struggling. Sending all my love to you. So glad you are battening down the hatches and concentrating on your loved ones.
I am so sorry to hear that you have been going through hard things too…hang in there! Sending a virtual hug your way….
Really sorry to hear you have been having a tough time too. Sending hugs.
Thank you 🌷