A Rainy Morning

A poem...

Rain patters against the glass
in the early hours
of this Wednesday morning;
clouds scatter and amass
over streets and towers
as the early light begins forming...

a crimson silhouette
bled through white curtains.
I'm certain this cigarette
with my morning coffee
has probably
done little to reset last night's regret
still softly
whispering
midnight sighs
from the bed I've left behind.

Where an unfamiliar face
serenely sleeps;
caramel skin against white sheets
rising as she breathes
dreaming of someone
someone other than me.

Author's Note

Typed up as I thought it, using my phone. Let me know what you think.

Reviews

[Sharon L.H. Kelly]

You successfully captured the feelings that a one night relationship may generate. Well penned!

[Rose Kavanagh]

Beautiful imagery and word choices, I really enjoyed this poem, especially the rhythm of the piece. Great work! :)

[Knightingale]

Thank you so much. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'm new to this whole thing so I'm trying to learn as much as I can while I'm here.

[Stella Armour]

i think this really good poetry and i enjoyed the early morning feel to it....

[Knightingale]

Thank you so much. That means a lot.

[Stella Armour]

it's free flowing and not forced at all.... well done