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Brevity and Rainfall
by Kristine BrieseUnencumbered 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.
12/28/2003 Author's Note: I'm not much of one for love poems, as this probably makes clear. *grin*
Posted on 12/28/2003
Copyright © 2024 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.
Pe4ce... |
| 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 :) |
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