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rainy morning

by Philippa Jane

I didn’t see the sun today.
One hundred days of cancerous
cheer, and I still longed for a
cloudless sky, craved a static
solar embrace. I always think of you
during momentary blindness, the
daylight slicing through my
hazy mind. And then it rained
this morning –
piercing drops beating upon dusty
cement, a whirlpool of summer’s
best forgotten snapshots. I can still
recall that distant afternoon when I saw
myself beyond your eyes, a reflection
of the smile reserved only for my
rediscovered pulse.

10/20/2004

Posted on 10/21/2004
Copyright © 2024 Philippa Jane

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Karen Michelle on 10/24/04 at 01:05 PM

This somehow reminds me of myself - in style moreso than subject matter. But still, you say it so much better than I ever could. xx

Posted by Richard Vince on 10/25/04 at 11:11 PM

strange how we curse rain so much and yet it's so evocative. somehow it always gives fluidity to words, as it has to yours. lovely.

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