Pale droplets cascade
Down gray-faced facades
Of dimpled iron will
Collecting the residue
Of dusty acrimony
Along their chaotic
Weatherbeaten paths.
Pools of mercury
Dance in the afterglow
Rising and falling
To the somber occasion
And recalling times
And memories lost
Abandoned in twilight.
Rain, let it fall on me
And remind me of myself
As only I remember
And only I forget.
For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats.
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Beautifully penned, the imagery is amazing!
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Thanks, Beckie! Rain is one of my favourite metaphors for depression, and it seems I get wet far too often. 😊
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Aww, Steve… I’m so terribly to hear that, but fully understand. If you ever want or need to talk, just send me an email. beckie0317@gmail.com
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Thanks, Beckie, appreciate it. Depression is something I’ve struggled with my whole life and written about many times over the last few years my blog has been running. Writing is my catharsis 😊
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I assure you, I write for the same reasons. I have to admit, it certainly does help to get outside of my own head.
Again, I’m hear if you ever want to reach out and vent. Trust me, several bloggers and I chat outside of the blog, it’s very helpful.😊
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😊🙏👍
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Love this one
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Thanks, Tara! 😊
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Rain really does bring back sad memories…I wonder why. Great poem!
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Thanks, Harry. Rain is generally always a metaphor for tears/sadness. And I love being blue, it seems. Glad it connected with you 😊
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