This day is as gray as my eyes
With storm clouds as thick as my hair
I kneel by the edge of the pier
And wait for the rain to begin
Pouring,
Washing me out of this morning
/
A raindrop precedes a downpour
A movement – a numbness, a death
I’m certain there aren’t many steps
Left for my bare feet to climb
Till life starts pouring
Out my heart, ever hopeful and burning
/
Wild vertical sea tumbles down
And colours air ashen and cold;
I’m sorry I’ve never been told
One could drown on dry land
If it’s pouring like today –
In a rain on a tropical morning
I like what you do with words, but not sure I always understand, but looking at the tags, I am on the right track.
Thank you! I’m glad something in this poem speaks to you.