by Dan Garcia-Black
Don't know why there's this poem up in the sky...
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
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
Author's Note: Flatted note in a minor key.
Posted on 01/25/2008
Copyright © 2020 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.