the way of it

living through it, whether you want to or not

 

days and days and days:    here in the rain

raiment of autumn you sit at the window

and watch the world weep.  here you have longed for

summer;  you have ventured out into this

woeful world; under a wide umbrella,

you have haunted places you knew

in the lushness of july, the laughter

of late august, searching for something lost,

quite gone, lost in the disharmony of

three or four perplexing stormy days.

but searching as one will for crumbs and feathers,

notes and footprints, the rain has washed summer

away.  one does not find love casually

waiting on a wet park bench, waiting

in an empty and misty gypsy-cloaked park,

waiting for one’s return, does one?  no, once

it is gone, accept that it is so.  welcome

autumn with your melancholy;  welcome

autumn as a rueful shadow who speaks

comfort only in platonic whispers.

read long books, about the antiseptic

future or the cob-webbed past;  listen to

Mussorgsky; see small plays; avoid libraries

(the quiet would be disquieting).

walk in the rain;  make music to rhythms

no one else hears.  and you will awaken

one melting morning to laugh at umbrellas

 

 

 

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

You took me on quite the journey with this piece--laughed and sighed with sadness. I really like the way you are breaking up the sentence and line; it brings the reader in and truly immerses one in the imagery. I felt I was really there; it was more like I was reading a story than a poem, the experience of it, I mean. The words had the rhythm of poetry. Quite a splendid write and you captured the feel of the west coast these last few days to a tee.

[RainDancer1997]

I really liked this poem:)! Everything was so vivid in my mind, and I could feel the sorrow of wanting that love.