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Stormy Weather

by Dan Garcia-Black

Don'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 © 2019 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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