Throwback Thursday…On A Monday!!

Apparently, I have a complete disregard for social rules as I am going to do something shocking. I am declaring it Throwback Thursday. I know, I know…it’s Monday. But I like Thursdays…they come before Fridays and means the week is almost done. Besides, I am feeling retro today. If you don’t follow me on Twitter, then you are missing the throwback videos I’m tweeting. You should follow me. Yeah, go do that. I can wait. Go forth, my pretty ones. Well, go…

Okay, come back now.

There you are. So, I thought I’d share a retro poem today (I wrote it in 1999) and dedicate it to my blog friend, Helena. Not that I think it will help but maybe it will. One can always hope. And, failing all else, breathe. And remember, sometimes all you can do is just let it rain.


And the Rain Still Falls

by Jesi Scott


Through my tears I hear a sound

Meant for me alone.

Faintly at first,

Then growing nearer.

The darkness that enfolds me

Is but a faint echo

Of the torment my soul hides.

The night closes in on me,

Accepting me,

Sheltering me.

Closer now,


The beating of drums.

Or is it my heart,

Long dead inside this shell

Called a body?


And still the rain falls

Around this empty soul

And what the rain hides

Remains a mystery.

For who knows

When the sun will shine again

On this darkening land?

Who knows when

The light will fill this beating heart

Just barely alive

Inside this body.


And the autumn forest

Hides all with its deadening leaves,

Covering the earth

With a blanket of mist.

And yet, a lone voice can be heard

Through the stillness.

The sweetness of its sound

Wails through the trees

And fills the void.


A shadow of what it once was,

The forest comes alive

With the dawning of a new day.

But the soul that hides inside its shell

Folds deeper inside the darkness.

The sound I hear still beats,

And I am still cold,

And the rain still falls.

Jesi Kay
Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at www.octpowrimo.com.

15 Replies to “Throwback Thursday…On A Monday!!

    1. If that’s what you need to be, then that’s what you need to be. To thine own self be true.
      And I would love to read your poetry.

    1. Wow…four times??? Good luck. I wrote it so long ago and I still can’t get through it myself. And I know what it’s about. Still gets me.
      And thank you! 🙂

  1. This is beautiful Jesi! Very powerful in it’s sadness… Well done and I love the idea of Throwback Thursday and Monday. Maybe I will post something too. I usually miss TBT anyway…

    1. Thank you, milady. It was an incredibly emotional time for me and this is one of the few poems I wrote at the time. Even today I can still feel what I felt back then.
      I don’t ever do throwback Thursdays or Flashback Fridays or whatever they call them. But I woke up this morning and felt retro. So went with it. lol

  2. This is a wonderful poem. All superlatives seem too tame for it. It is so powerful.
    So sad, yet so powerful. I wasn’t able to read it in one go. Too hard to read for me, not in the state I am. But beautiful nonetheless.

    1. Thank you Dawn. I hope things aren’t too bad for you. It was not a good time in my life and this is the only poem to come out of it. I still look at it and think “wow”. Hard to believe I wrote it because it is powerful. I’m glad it still holds it’s power after more than a decade of being written.

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