rain breaks
clouds too dark to see on dark
and fills the roads with silence
pain draws thighs to abdomen
fights seek their end in silence
rain breaks
against the sunlight,
taps windows if there's wind
clouds too dark to see on dark
obey like kites
battered by rain that drowns red maple leaves
and fills the roads with silence
Written in response to Big Tent Poetry’s Monday Prompt for 15 November 2010.
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fills the road with silence
Haunting, melodic and visual. This piece rings with lonely.
“fights seek their end in silence” speaks to me, tonight.
There’s More To It Than That
You send me letters
of explanation, sky blue
paper and purple
ink, scented as in
satin, letters to explain
why we’ll just be friends.
I really enjoyed this. Thank you.
~ Catherine