Bottle of Rain

The end of one love is the beginning of another.

I've come to bury the last of love

beneath this willow tree

In the deep forest I went

where no one else could see

___________________________

Held within this bottle of rain

are the tears I cried for her

The many nights I couldn't sleep

as I dreamed of how we were

___________________________

I'll place on it no pictures

spin thrice to forget the way

Save in me the pain she flowered

leave the dark for light of day

___________________________

I'll never visit her again

forever play all day in the sun

But night when no one else is there

I'll cry of her as the one

 

Tate

 

Author's Note

Yes Virginia I must have a heart. I think it's broken

Reviews

[Shelly Braen]

Such quiet and sorrowful pictures you paint. I feel as if I walk through your pain with you and feel the breeze within the willow you buried her under. Such a shattered heart makes everything so quiet, no? Such a strong piece, with the focus of a single journey, as a tear from eye to ground. I weep with you.

[Becky C Strukamp]

What an absolutely amazing poem. You pen beautifully.



100/100

[Chelsea]

This is wonderful and heartbreaking at the same time! its like what you told me, your poem is honest and raw, and thats what attracts the readers and makes your poem so beautifully written.

[Lily Mae]

Heart breaking and yet it was an awesome write. The good byes of love... thank you for sharing.xx

Superb work Tate , though I felt the rhyme broke a bit in one or two places ... that is hardly worth noting given the beauty of the poem ...
Great work .

[Angel Bird]

This is so utterly beautiful and intense, deeply touching and striking some chords in me.
It expresses incredibly well the devastating emotions of a love that ended.
Excellent work!

[Emunah June.]

Love the title!

[Poeticadia]

I keep coming back to this one... it's an excellent concept... the tears in the bottle, and the way the tears, rain, willow, forest and "flowered" are all interconnected and entwined in this short poem - perfect. But probably most of all i like the way its narrative only suggests how you feel through events - without telling the reader what to feel; it makes no more judgement "Save in me the pain she flowered" but lets the reader form their own responses from the images, rhythm and events of the poem.

[NoAirToBreatheXSuffocat..]

I really did like the picture and the poem, they went together I really enjoyed this :))