by Don Matley
It ran quite hard down the black shingles
It pulled up short on the very edge of the roof
It would not fall
It swelled, gathered strength and glistened in the light of a dying sun
Pure, clear, immaculate globe of a raindrop
Not yet a function in someone's rain barrel
So warm, so cool, so pefect
Deserving only to be cupped in the tender alabaster hands of some young maiden
Suddenly ready to face reality
It fell towards the too real ground
And was saved from the ignominy of purpose
Falling upon and lost within the long, soft-brown waves of the woman whom I still love.
Posted on 08/07/2007
Copyright © 2020 Don Matley
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/07/07 at 04:18 AM|
This has a really great short story vibe to it. I like the way you set up each line.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/07/07 at 02:29 PM|
Love the play by play descriptiveness here Don; makes it easy to visualize. Thanks also for your comment on my latest. Judging by your last name and location in Nepean, you're Maureen's brother? If so, I recall reading you a few years back at Poesie.com. Good to read you again, and welcome to Pathetic.org! :o)
|Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 08/08/07 at 03:17 PM|
An unusual, pristine verse. In that in the first stanza "It" is not named, yet evident. "It"'s delicate progress has one breathlessly poised. (Amazing that one can do this with one raindrop--but this is the keen, poetic eye on the details of nature.) The second stanza, names "It", has the feeling of an ode, bursts with praise, yet contains that drop of philosophical wisdom that really moves the poem --the question of "function". The ending so satisfying (and surprising) in its landing--for in the "falling" it is "saved" from the "ignominy of purpose" -- and in such a delightful way! (The fact that it joins the "waves" in such a way is very amusing too!) Love the musings.
|Posted by Aaron Michael on 08/09/07 at 12:36 AM|
that last stanza really tugs at the heart. well done. i dig it.
|Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 08/11/07 at 10:53 PM|
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/13/08 at 04:11 AM|
A fascinating mix of a rain drop and how it relates to your love. My favorite phrase - "absolutely itself" - profound.