April Showers

Loss gets to us all...

Gray and muted 

Sky weeping in the light 

Every drop a simple story 

But memory 

Soiled now and sorrows 

Falling to earth 

Against all it borrows 

Stilled an unflinching 

She stands by resting stone 

Torrid waves rolling deep inside 

This loss 

Brings forth infinite woe 

Straddling the vortex 

Flowers but for show 

Wet and stinging 

Tears shed don't and passing 

Taken by hands so shaky 

One life 

Now relegated to momentos 

Left to dust 

Bittersweet reflection of crescendos 

Hours and days 

Change to months and years 

As healing comes with patience 

Broken heart 

Slowly beat steady tune 

Picking up all 

Pieces far less strewn

Reviews

[David McNeeley]

I can get what you're feeling and as a writer who tends to focus on order and rhythm far too much I can appreciate the chaos felt in loss and confusion amongst some of the wording. Sometimes no matter how you edit to help others understand the feeling it won't have the same impact as the words you originally chose.

[DJ]

Quite simply,well put,and well written.

[Wynter Ignatius]

Thank you DJ - inspiration was there, I answered.

[AprilRN1210]

stunning, beautiful, and so moving David.. It has touched me with bittersweet emotion... The imagery and feelings gently caress counterbalanced by waves of friendship... I love this..

[Wynter Ignatius]

I had solid inspiration for this and hope she finds her way out of her funk, understandable as it is.

[AprilRN1210]

yea... funky town rocks sometimes, others it just weighs you down... :)

[Wynter Ignatius]

You know April, I'm not sure I told you who this was for.

[AprilRN1210]

no, you didn't..

[Wynter Ignatius]

You, of course.

[AprilRN1210]

really?.. that is very sweet David.. thank you:)

[Wynter Ignatius]

No problem - playing catch up and realized I had not told you. Guess I thought the name gave it away. :)

[AprilRN1210]

I never assume.. but the sweet sentiment stands strong.. it is a lovely piece thank you again..

[Wynter Ignatius]

Any time my friend - pardon my absence of late.

[Frieda P]

A bittersweet homage to a special poet's pain, it does indeed affect us all.

[Rene Salinas]

The dancing in the prelude of Melancholia. It was a journey a little grey , surrounded by images that succeed only at coming short. I will stop there because as this feels like a gesture similar to other's already in existence, In my views just to uphold with respect and best thoughts and to say thankyou for your noble heart disposition as you are giving me the chance to be represented and also a feeling that I can adhere to.


Thankyou