soaked reflections by Carissa Dewey It started to rain tonight. It hasn’t in weeks and I feel guilty that I haven’t been good to my tomato plants. In my driveway I watch the rain appear in the street light, heavy - unnoticed. I stand there, moments thinking of you and your kids of your wife of the love I imagine you share. And later, alone. I'm staring at my soaked reflection and my abandoned womb. 07/28/2010 Posted on 07/28/2010 Copyright © 2024 Carissa Dewey Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Marcus Lane on 07/28/10 at 06:30 AM I like very much your natural and speech-like style. I like, too, short poems that sketch a moment in time and pose a question. Yours ticked all the boxes - thanks. Posted by George Hoerner on 07/28/10 at 01:18 PM Ah yes, the other man's wife. Been there done that the other way around. But then I lost both. Started over and won a freedom I didn't know was there. Nice write lady. Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 07/28/10 at 02:49 PM incredibly beautiful and terribly sad. what a write! Posted by Krystall Vega on 07/29/10 at 05:48 AM This is beautiful and so honest. Thank you for the read. Posted by Jo Halliday on 07/31/10 at 01:40 PM It's a different poem to others of yours, it felt different to me. I don't know how exactly though. The earlier ones were like you were watching rain from the inside; this is you've come out on the porch. Posted by Stephan Anstey on 08/03/10 at 03:00 PM very sad. very very sad. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)