Showers of The Soul

Tears are good. They serve the poet. Answer to a Paradise challenge.

 false, frivolous expectation are for youth 

with strong hearts and few scars

I wanted to believe the good parts of 

my first love would continue forever

that bad would fade and disappear 

leaving only happiness ever after 

 

unable to share the pain of rejection

alone and drowning in a sea of reflection

white knuckled on my steering wheel

face a rictus of impotent anger and pain

peering through tears at pouring rain

 

watery physical manifestation of

violent weather forces, of 

woman’s inhumanity to man, of

flowing, moving nature-natural art

on glossy cheeks and glassy windshield

 

moist emotive indications of

a chemical atmospheric entropy, of

a chemical bi-product of life’s frustrations, of

a unique biped’s ability to turn 

natural life into emotional grief

to flow unbidden tears 

when we accept unwanted change

or enfold unexpected loss

 

raised to equate 

tears, crying, whining, 

weakness, and helplessness 

 

suppressing outward tears 

forces damaging acid tears 

into heart and gut

 

I let them flow, cleanse, purify, envelop

I breathe, inhale slowly and exhale long

I relax a million muscles in my face

 and let her go

I accept the lesson and 

embrace the showers in my soul

Reviews

[Helena]

Absolutely fantastic write. You have described the emotions
we go through when our first love's expectations are shattered
for various reasons. We all want this wonderful feeling to go on
forever, but sadly most never do. This tugged at my heart strings,
brought back memories and all I had to do was transpose "a woman's
inhumanity to a man" to "a man's inhumanity to woman" and that would
be almost my exact emotions to a T. It took me a long time to get over my first
love, and just maybe I never have.

Loved the positive ending.....wonderful poetry my friend!

Helena

[Cold Coffee Magazine]

This is tough. It shows how we grow. I know the anology is probably not the best but what I think you've described is the human equivelant to slash burning a foest. Sound strange? Think about it. If a forest is scorched it actually helps it grow. The breaking down encourages the rebuilding, does it not? I think we sometimes need to be broken dwn, " burned," in order to grow. Burned by lifes disappointments. It makes us stronger and in most cases developes character. At least that's one man's point of view.

Dave

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Oh, the end of this is stunning...well written, nice imagery and such pain expressed here. What a great write. Very enjoyable and touching. Thank you for sharing.
Light,
Siddartha

[My Name is Brenda and I..]

drowning in a sea of reflection

Love this line.

Sounds like your mind might have been harking back to your own little British sports car. Good Saturday to you. Really wonderful poem. Brenda