Rain Shadow

The earth did not shudder
as I became the shade
in this landscape of
the misconstrued.

When was it that
the afterthought of who
and what became only footsteps
in the dust?

There is no spell to quell
this thirst for definition by a
bold heart trapped in the dusky seams
of a chiaroscuro brush of fate.

I am the rain shadow at the base of it all,
looking up to the clouds and waiting
for them to weep in earnest solely to savor
the baptism of the forgotten one more time.

Reviews

[willweb]

This poem comes at me from a few different directions. There is a certain deepness which is felt in the way it is written. The rains coming as a baptism, drenching the shadows of the past, cleansing fears that follow beneath the clouds. This was really great and I have now read it 4 times. I really loved this poem today.

[icelandicblue]

I wrote this from all 4 cardinal directions but they all brought me to the same place. I am so pleased you liked this one. Thanks for the fav.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

What is the miracle of Mother nature? What a wonderfully inspiring piece of poetry. Very well done.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you, I am pleased you enjoyed it.