It's a little sad that we might anticipate a storm, when maybe there will be a lovely Spring Shower.. Lie after lie leaves us holding on to an anchor, instead of searching for the "Ship of Good Hope"....sigh....
Thought the eighth line read: "splashing us with falsies." Which, of course, wouldn't be such a horrible fate--especially for those who prefer small breasts. (Admittedly, among men, this group would be comparable to the size of an OJ Simpson fan club.)
Digressions aside, your poem is lovely, elegant and cannily conveyed; a brilliant bit of pure poetry!
It's all in the perception, right? Great simile and metaphor. Wirds elegant and flow like summer rain. Love the last verse's hypothesis- it's up to the individual to solve the relationship equation...Always great
Jackson hides, I just want the storm to hit me, knock me down. I remember a scene In Country where Bruce Willis is up in a tree during the storm, daring god to strike. I was rooting for him all the way.
Regards,
Al
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
i remember that scene...i was rooting, also..
thanks Al.
It all starts with sunshine.
Light rain moves in.
Heavy showers on the horizon.
Thunder and lightning send you seeking shelter.
The bar is open.
All is good in the world.
Love like the weather cannot be predicted except to say it will occur. Whether it enters or ends in a storm or a gentle breeze one never knows.We sit in the eye and we wait.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..