With Rain

I watch the trains evaporate,

the iron tracks and travelers descending

their phantom boxes where the cars still unload their nightly freights into my hands

anchoring to another port

cold promises and pennies jingling in their empty pockets

Rodin, Rodin where have you gone

sculpting in the old barn with cold marble wine

who are you at this devil's door

my old favorite friend

 

who are you that glows over my memories

who are you climbing the hours of my tangled sleeves

and when afternoon arrives you make the mercy of lies stable again

you swear the light that gives it back

and balances the ramblings and virtues beside

 

I draw small circles 

awaiting the same strange circles I have known in many years

the open course that sets me into gravity

that glares me through its growling sea

barreling its teeth into my side that too contends 

this miniature war of air 

gliding through black and well

rooting its humble spear

 

give me the spell

the cut

the brush

give me the courage to fall away

swear me the journey over cliff and clay when these

not so silent pangs rape me 

in the three a.m

then miss me as I must miss you

with rain into a mindless day

Reviews

[barleygirl]

UNBELIEVABLE! I love this. I can totally see where you are taking a more simplified approach, giving a piece more air to breathe, yet you are such a complex being, you could never approach "simple" and that's a good thing for complex me. The overall flow is interesting . . . your lines feel relaxed until the next-to-last stanza, which seems to become a little more heightened with intensity, then you go back to a less intense ending. This really flows well. I love the direction you're going in (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Perdition]

"giving a piece more air to breathe"...now that is a line that is going to haunt me long enough to truly tick me off..hahaha. It's beautiful! I'm not sure 'exactly" what it means in your bag of tools but I know intensely what it conveys to me which is very much "our" language. To transfer something, anything, hopefully an emotion using words, images, meter or lack thereof with the energy all carry..sometimes not. You do it all too well lady..thank you so much and Hugs back at ya !

[barleygirl]

You know how a tattoo can be wall-to-wall imagery or it can be given some space to breathe? That's what I was going for . . . .

[Perdition]

I know...and just got through reading your "When bunnies go bad ...I read and stay at the hinge unless the door needs swinging..we live for art and art is EVERYTHING when we reach from within...so well put. You know I think I'm one of the last rebels without a tattoo...lol.

[barleygirl]

I would never get a tattoo . . .

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

FOR THE FIRST TIME PROBABLY EVER! I am feeling this isn't done yet...I feel the editing button pulsing in my finger tip...sooooo...I'm just leaving this here...so you know I came by for a peek...I'll be back to leave more sass when it's done.lol Did I tell you I was walking yet?

[Perdition]

No you did not and yup...it might change as we know I am prone to do..lol...but first a couple laps around the think tank so thanks for your honesty and Congrats!! So glad to hear you are now a Walking Queen.