Whispering Rows

Raindrop memories from constant clouds

to white washed walls of my own isolation

I am the wet print, sopping wet and stuck

I am easily torn, useless until the rain stops

That rain exists as part of me   soaked in

my hands cup its weight of fallen sickness

unsure where to put it, lest I leave a stain

Incapable though I am to bear it any longer

So I close my eyes and blind I can now see

fields waving in fresh summer row upon row

It is here that I run to, here that I am warm

I run to catch the whispers in the tall grass

In this perfect place that spans the distance

rain is welcome riding the edge of a rainbow

as are the whispers turning soon into songs

laid upon my ears like a kiss sent from   you

I now have my eyes open, the song carries on

Walls develop hues of photographic liberation

Captured as I was, within our field of dreams

I'm now free, to seek love between the rows       

  

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Love how you spun this from a dank rainy day to hopeful reverie Astro...

to white washed walls of my own isolation
I am the wet print, sopping wet and stuck
I am easily torn

Those lines really tore at my heart and I could feel the quiet desperation, may your liberation reach new heights my friend, amazing.

[Astro]

Thanks Frieda, I hope to evolve further from this caterpillar existence into something more suited to flight.

[Frieda P]

We all get stuck in our cocoons for one reason or another, I know you'll be fine, great work here, always a pleasure.

[Jack...]

Astro my friend. I can feel the longing in this piece. Seeking that place where we feel safe but all the while knowing that place is only in her arms. Very cool. Well penned sir.

[Astro]

Thanks Jack, I'm glad you could appreciate the longing and desire.

[S.C.]

This is amazing. I love everything about it. Very well written with great descriptions and imagery. Loved it.

[Astro]

Why thank you S.C. I'm very flattered that you liked it so.

[S.C.]

It was by far the best poem I read in a while.

[Astro]

Well your words give me strength S.C. for I have been feeling less than inspired as of late because of turmoil in my life outside of writing. I thank you again for the review and compliments.

[S.C.]

I hope you hold on to your inspiration and continue to write. I understand though because I have also loss inspiration at one point in my life but I think I got it back. You are welcome :)

[Astro]

Oh it ebbs and flows through me and even when it is gone, and all I see are the pebbles and the sand where it once was, I know that it will come back to me and bring with it treasure and poetic driftwood to light my fire.

[S.C.]

Wow. Even that was deep and very good, haha.

[Astro]

I often get that way in reviews. Maybe, your comments have turned the tide. ;)

[S.C.]

That is very doubtful. My comments are too shallow to turn the tide. The lack your poetic waves and depth.

[Astro]

Nice one, see you're no flounder, a sure-fire starfish.

[S.C.]

It takes a while to come to me though. But I guess it's better then it never coming to me.

[Astro]

Rome wasn't built in a day. ;)

[S.C.]

True. So there's still hope for me. :P

[Astro]

I think there's hope for us all, unless your a politician, then you're just hopeless.

[S.C.]

Haha. That was great!

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

For me, this is an ode to escaping one's past. If we allow it, our past will turn us into wet paint; sliding from the walls and leaving everything colorless, but in this separation, we often see that there is a lining that has more color. To know emptiness is the first step to really knowing love, because how else would we know how sweet things can be if we haven't tasted bitterness? Nicely written, my friend.

[Astro]

Quite so, but we must find a way to save ourselves of perpetuating this position, and when fate offers an answer to have the strength to reach for it. Thank you Sarah I'm glad you liked it.

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Is it something like the character in the poem hears rain drops and runs for cover.

[Astro]

You are definitely onto something Squinks. I wanted it to describe how sometimes our pasts can hang around like rain clouds and torture us into a state of isolation where we hide away from the world. How it gets so intense sometimes that the only relief is to close our eyes and imagine a better place/time/possibility until we are strong enough to move on. To move on to something better something that is standing there between the rows, but won't be if we don't act sooner than later. Thanks for stopping by and reading

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Definitely worth reading several times, am going to put it as a favorite. Thank you for further explanation.

[Astro]

Anytime, I'm honored by your review and gesture. Thanks! :)

[Laminators Dubai]

between raindrops...
its so simply wow...awesome astro!
thanks for sharing the write...^^

[Astro]

Thank you very much Glitch, I'm glad you liked this one.