I think I know that guy. What a sad, sorry pile of human debris we men can become when a gal gives us the boot. (Or cold shoulder) The scene you present is vivid and the words strike home. I'm glad he walks in the rain and doesn't drive a car.
A beautiful description of rain reflecting the bleak weather within.
Having no umbrella
and a mile to go
...speaks of the difficult place in life with little comfort or assurance within reach. The pain is made worse by the betrayal. I felt it strongly.
A great poem, dear Relic.
"The sky is crying" to quote SRV. And that blues tune passed through my mind as I read this. Love the painting you chose to go with the poem as well. Nice work.
Firstly that picture.. brilliant, moody and what could add or improve its mood. ?!
Your words! You took that visual and re-created its mood, its clues, its corners and creases.. is as if -you had turned it to squares and hinted at each square. Brilliant phrases, finely selected words, I wonder, do you paint or photograph?
'.. lonely reveler - from the night before, - raving every soggy step, - could only contemplate.. '
'.. the sky - employing harsh wisdom - reflected his pain. '
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I appreciate your comment, Emma. And no, I don't paint or photograph, I only use my imagination. :)<.. read moreI appreciate your comment, Emma. And no, I don't paint or photograph, I only use my imagination. :)
The site has been malfunctioning a lot lately for me too.
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Your imagination holds both pen and brush, my friend.. you see and use a panorama of words - you for.. read moreYour imagination holds both pen and brush, my friend.. you see and use a panorama of words - you fortunate gent.
Bravo, my friend. This is freaking fantastic. I loved every word! My only regret is that I'm just now reading it. Sorry about that. You've so much talent. F.