Brevity and Rainfall
by Kristine Briese
Unencumbered by your name
but remembering your touch
I lift my face to the rain.
Knowing there's little chance of it
I beg for an angel to pray for me
between this breath and the next.
As I expected, there's
no time for such niceties.
The angels are too busy
guiding the raindrops
away from the desperate
ghosts of your lovers.
Author's Note: I'm not much of one for love poems, as this probably makes clear. *grin*
Posted on 12/28/2003
Copyright © 2022 Kristine Briese
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Aaron Blair on 12/29/03 at 01:18 AM|
I won't lie and say it's your best poem ever, but I think it's still pretty good.
|Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 12/29/03 at 02:15 AM|
intriguing prose... i like it :)... blessings...
|Posted by Charles E Minshall on 12/29/03 at 05:50 AM|
Angels sometimes appear when least expected..Good poem Kris...Charlie
|Posted by Rachelle Howe on 12/29/03 at 02:43 PM|
*dies laughing* i'm definitely wanting to quote sarah right now. definitely.
|Posted by Max Bouillet on 12/30/03 at 04:50 PM|
So much to think about in this one. Great images: the breath, the rain, the angels, the ghosts. All the images swell together into a puddle of melancholoy that I am sure to tread through and carry home with me to stain my carpet. Wow.
|Posted by JD Clay on 02/02/04 at 02:59 AM|
This appers to be one of those bittersweet love poems, Kristine. I have found that when it comes to relationships, it's not the rain that gets you, it's the puddles. You, however, have found the sunshine in this metaphor.
|Posted by Anne Howe on 03/01/05 at 01:05 PM|
this really is a 'raspberry' in a poem. :)
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 10/04/06 at 06:42 PM|
Thanks for the read. Enjoyed this.
|Posted by Laura Doom on 05/31/07 at 12:13 AM|
Well, I can't see through it :)