A Flower In The Rain

Grey city morning and black river streets.
Rain against my window, tears in my sheets.
Dark clouds in the sky, thunder overhead.
Imprint of your body left in my bed.

No knock on the door, no ring of the phone.
The wide world around me, I'm all alone.
A blue China cup broken to pieces.
Old love letters now torn at the creases.

Love hurts so much and like a knife cuts deep.
I am drowning in my tears as I sleep.
I want you and need you, but you are gone;
yet, the warmth within me must carry on.

Umbrella in hand, in a shawl of gloom,
I walk through the door that exits the room.
Every inch of sadness falls from the sky.
Each raindrop, a teardrop, within my eye.

Umbrella tossed to the side of the street.
I walk on the wet leaves beneath my feet.
I will die of love because I love you,
like a rose now wilted that once you grew.

I sit on the bench beneath the oak tree
and let the rains of life wash over me.
Each leaf on the tree is a vocal cry,
torn up from the deep roots to brush the sky.

Sparkles of rain-pearls now carpet the lawn,
the sorrows that came to life with the dawn.
My dress clings to me, a sadness to skin.
It reaches right through me and lives within.

A chill is upon me, watered with tears.
The grey light of morning now disappears;
and the blackness of night loses the moon.
I know love will not return to me soon.

With heavy heart and my burdens to bear,
with hair dampened by the dew of despair,
I stand to retrace my steps of before,
though nothing waits for me there anymore.

Green sea of sorrow turns black with the night,
and I bend to take what I have no right -
The weeping face of a flower in rain.
My heart is stirred by the hands of my pain.

It gives no refusal, no bitter cry.
With sweet compassion comes the soft reply.
Its petals touch me, my life-line is stained.
The sadness within me is self-contained.

I turn the key, quietly step inside,
and walk to the window and look outside.
Lightening strikes, so sad a night to illume.
The bright shards of radiance fill the room.

Telephone rings, but I can't move my feet.
I stand and listen as the rings repeat.
An hour passes, a knock is now heard.
I open the door and can't say a word.

You reach to hold me as I pull away,
although I crave your touch without delay.
The hurt is too deep, the sorrow is born.
I am so tired and so weary and worn.

You want to come back, I tell you to go.
You beg me again, but I tell you no;
and you turn to leave as I shut the door.
I fall like a flower upon the floor.

In tears I stand and walk to the window.
I look down to the solemn streets below.
There you stand crying beneath the oak tree.
You look up and reach your hands out to me.

I lift the window and turning around,
grab the flower that I earlier found.
I toss it to you; it lands at your feet,
covered with rain as it lays in the street.

You bend to retrieve it, weary and slow;
and deep within my heart, I let you go.
The wish for your love in my heart might dwell.
I kiss it good-bye with one last farewell.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[FlawedByDesign]

This is a delightfully beautiful story!

The fact that you can express yourself in this way piece after piece says a lot about your talent.

The rhyme lends itself so nicely to the nature of the story. The imagery of the world inside and outside of her is really well done and the metaphors the in-between so to speak.

Very nicely done.

[David Lewis Paget]

You constantly portray the emotional life the to very dregs. One of the consolations of age is that eventually we grow enough of a shell to shield us from such intense dismay, or perhaps just become too weary to respond to extremes of dysfunction. The roller-coaster of love would eventually wear anyone out, and you certainly bring this home.

[little lily Bride of Ch..]

great rhyming i love this and so sad some thing we all have been through, very lovely yet sad

[Cristal Bridges]

This is a great rhyming masterpiece about one of those things we've all been through. I like that a lot the tangiblity of it all. I know I've felt this way before and I think you've captured beautifuly how we all fell like that darn old flower left out in the pelting rain. Lovely poem! :)

[Sera]

I love this especialy how it rymes well constructed & developed

[Adelia Alighieri]

WOW, each and every write of yours is your best! This one is so beautifully written, I must say! So much of 'it' and so perfectly put in! Great job, one of my favorites from you!

[Ruth]

I love this!
Beautiful work!
Delicately woven into almost a story!
The regret and sorrow are breathtakingly executed here!
Wonderful poem love!
xx

[Pax Analog]

I know about Pisces. Sun of you; Moon of me.

The rhyme scheme of this paean to a sweetness found in sadness lends itself to lyric, a plaintive song, a lover's lament from long ago, another century.

Your poem has a weeping willow eloquence, one of your signature tonalities, but I'm not sure it's only about love, interpersonal love, that is. It strikes me as more of a romance with a sweet sadness of solitude. It's not quite narcissistic, as there is no doubt the "other" can be grossly overrated. It seems almost a preference for a pang of loss.

Speaking from personal experience, it seems to me truth is a matter of resolving integrally austere clarity w/romanticized feelings. Interpersonally, two halves don't make a whole -- two wholes make an AMPLIFIED whole. I'm not suggesting a judgment on whatever one feels, as much as an honest exploration and expression of the entire spectrum, paradoxes and all. Sweet sadness over the flower in the rain is one end of the spectrum. Perhaps the other end is the courage of fire desire -- ENTIRE desire, new reality-generating.

If one looks to the lover as a partner in the sustained amplification of a wholeness one already is working on in oneself, one is in a stronger position re the spectrum of cognitive integrity and affective sensibility, from sweet watery empathy, to graceful airy conversation, to earthy good sense, to fiery passion and conviction re the very purpose of complete relatedness.

I can't help but read as much entirety as possible into this. Love-desire is the intelligent tranformation of one's entire world and beyond.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very strong poem. Your description was amazing. Each set of lines made the story strong. The sadness is deep and the desire to feel peace is strong in your words. I like the ending. Sometime it is hard to get over the pain and open a new door. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[RTB]

well thats depressing haha in a good ur poem gave an emotion out good job i felt broken hearted ur good at expression :)