The Rain and her Watershed

I'm crawling through the flooded depths

Of my mind, wondering, did we ever love,

She and I, the rain and her watershed-

 

I gathered sunlight to keep her warm,

So she could sleep until noon,

Strolled into the garden barefoot

To dance in the dirt, to cultivate slow demise

But in the garden I left it, to return to her,

Saw her eyes open for the first time.

 

I felt her as she poured down each culvert

Into the desiccated basin of my being-

 

The rain is spent but I feel it creep

Down my concrete-dust spine.

Reviews

[Lilly Negoi]

beautiful imagery here! and also beautiful parallel between love and rain. the last stanza is interesting, because even if you speak of rain being spent and a spine made of concrete-dust, what i actually thought of was that rain mixed with the concrete-dust would birth something very strong and very vertical :).

[Linear]

And the metaphors abound, writing words that strain and torture minds, to make one sparkle as the brain ignites, enjoyed so much thanks

Absolutely stunning imagery.
I liked this.
It was quite interesting.