the rain falls here
despite it
i am not despondent
freshness comes with water
washes clean
all the stains
i have been friend and
confidante
a failure and success
home will resume with
more of the same
different people
directions and dreams
memories stay
tucked in pictures
in gestures and actions
life will be as restless as it was
no regrets
i left them
long ago
choices we make
leave constant smiles
remembrances of touch
the consistency of humans
a curiosity i will always nurture
how poets make poetry
from unextraordinary things
Comments
Thanks JC, it's always a sad
Thanks JC, it's always a sad thing when a vacation is ending, will be flying into Sydney Saturday morning en route to Melbourne and boredom lol.
hi CC, for me the poem
hi CC, for me the poem stumbles in a few places.. the beginning...
the rain falls here
perhaps: the rain is falling
i am not despondent,
and here:
the water comes with freshness
perhaps: water freshens
washes clean the stains
the ending is good, CC.... the poet knows how to make the ordinary extraordinary, how to wipe the slate clean and begin the beginning, always now.cc
~A
Actually gerunds (ing words)
Actually gerunds (ing words) I feel always weaken a beginning, I try to avoid them like the plague, I always feel a poet needs to make strong statements, as if their muse is always right. It's the way I do it but thanks for the suggestions. I think this one will stay as it is for now.
That's funny, CC. I usually
That's funny, CC. I usually have the exact argument with dangling ing words. However,
it does seem to take a life of its own with the strength of writing in the present tense..
I don't want to belabour the point but perhaps instead of here, if you were to use the city,
say
the rain falls in Los Angeles
i am not despondent
Just another thought, take or not. I enjoy your poetry. ~A