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!

[C. M. Miller]

Like emotions rain can clean and heal, or it can overwhelm us, swelling our emotional banks beyond the breaking point. When it rains, we open our umbrellas or dash for cover. As if creating this temporary barrier proves our mastery over the element . . . foolish we. Each word of your verse an individual drop of rain, a drop of truth, of pain, longing . . . not one umbrella to be found. The truth of you, naked with the rain.

[Forest Green]

Consequential boundaries fade then disappear when touched by questions of authenticity; ever moving and never meaning what we think, there is the perfect metaphor of raindrops chosen randomly to fall upon eyes that only want to see more clearly what it is all for; what it is all about.

Nice transcendance in this poem; it truly moves on dragonfly wings, as mysterious as they are necessary.

Excellent...!

[Brad]

rain, is such a community muse, but i have yet to hear the same story twice...wonderfuly done!

[emmajoy]

Oh my .. your heart's saying the most beautiful words yet weeps meanings. Rain has its moods, sometimes we experience the same - its like either an enemy or a lover .. and there's that moment when we're reminded of someone somewhere and a sharing of ..