The Truth About Rain

Standing amongst my ruins and triumphs

wringing hands, yet sure of foot

writing poetry on the back of my hand to

     file

later

in alphabetical order

 

an arrhythmic rain teaches me of the complexity of time,

the probability of common threads

     stringing words across flexing borders

in the most unlikely sequences;

 

as toes curl inside my shoes,

fingers dance about Sunday songs

and beckon to braided moonlight settled

and soothed by

 

     a ballet of dragonfly wings

lightly touching

     wondering where ~

as feathers left to lofty ascension

     arbitrary as a missed heartbeat.

 

But if the humidity of morning  should be

mistaken for drying tears upon my cheek,

     i swear

i wear a necklace strung of stardust and sand

from the sea

And i have never been afraid of the double-edged sword

that

   cuts

       me

too.

 

Yet.  here i kneel

amongst my ruins and triumphs

tears mimicking rain drops on my cheeks

     still

loving.you.

Reviews

[Dean]

Lots of creative use of device, here...and I very much like the postponement of the expression of love. It makes one want to really look at both the content, and the devices, while admiring the creative alliteration in the third stanza. Very good work!

[Emily B]

This is beautiful! Glad I found it.

[J]

hi emily -- i've seen you around all these years, of course, and it's good to see you again! and am happily grateful for your taking the time to read and leave me a sweet comment. :-)

[Michael G.]

Words strung together... they blend well in this wonderful, thoughtful poem. A privilege to happen upon it.

[shultzfeather]

great love touch, love reading you

[Ink Stained]

You have the finesse of a painter as you assemble images which, if rearranged, would make no sense. Like your assembly of bridge pictures, I enjoy your outlook and artist's soul

[Cardinal Robin]

But if the humidity of morning should be
mistaken for drying tears upon my cheek
i swear
i wear a necklace strung of stardust and sand
from the sea
And i have never been afraid of the double-edged sword
that
cuts
me
too.

Transcendent and what i get from your photography!
In these changing times we too are part of all things merging. The way we sense shifts with the change of scenery. And our sense of the Beloved returning is synchronicity.
This gossamer fine picture you paint in language of your heart often has me reach for words that touch upon my appreciation.

[Dark Beauty]

Beautiful!!!

[Brandon]

i really like this a lot the title brought me into read it and the more i read it i loved it, all the words were so deep and great, if i had to pick something that i liked the most out of here it would be the last 5 lines they really resonated with me the most.

[Moflo]

This had some amazing imagery in it! I love the way you described everything, it appealed to the senses so well, and it was such a fun and captivating read. Great job.