Stormy Weather by Dan Garcia-BlackDon't know why there's this poem up in the sky...
Stormy Weather
Gray February morning
a promise of more rain
Through the window
tall, leafless trees
in wet soil look on
You walk into the bedroom
dressed in drab, winter colors
then leave for work
without a word
spoken
It rains on my pillow
I get up and take a hot shower
just to feel some warmth in this house,
one last time, before packing my things
to go.
01/24/2008 Author's Note: Flatted note in a minor key.
Posted on 01/25/2008 Copyright © 2024 Dan Garcia-Black
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/25/08 at 03:38 AM Perfect ending. The last note makes for a great, quiet explosion. |
Posted by Michelle Angelini on 01/25/08 at 07:31 PM It's a chilly entropy you describe here - environmentally, emotionally, and physically. The words you use suggest a lack of love, communication, reconciliation. The day, the clothes, the weather is all drab, just like the emotions, which hope for some sign of "spring" in the relationship. A powerfully sad finality exists in the self-creation of warmth right before the only solution that is found in leaving.
*~Chelle~* |
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