rainy morning by Philippa JaneI didnt 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 summers
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
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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.
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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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