Evermore

drawing down a quilt of bipolar warmth

in a tiny one-room that most would use for a closet

i awaken to an elegiac wall of grey

presence known 'tween orbiting drops on my window

cold rain of stealth, streaked panes

gravity defied

twisting an umbrella of innocence

in gales of lies

i've known you before

walked your lonely shore

turning the tide of an ebbing now to a flowing past

obscuring reality and pilfering time

i rub and i rub

but i can't erase your deposited silt

can't find my way through the shame and guilt

how much more

how long 'til you pound at the door

demanding

evermore

Reviews

[lightsong]

always the rain has such power over us to bring everything inside overwhelmingly... I can say easily that I've been there in your poem more than once, the betrayal, the loneliness, the ache, the hurt, the sorrows, the harsh deep wound, the emptiness, the despair, the waiting... and waiting and waiting where there is nothing to come but the sound of rain on the window, and here it feels like forever. again, masterfully done, vivid and real, another piece of real art from You.

[Pete]

has the power to stir emotions. awoke to this today. it can feel as though the sun will never return but hope is a great thing ... :)

[lightsong]

yes it stirs the emotions in a powerful way, strange my latest poem was about the rain too but I still wait for it here :)

[no tell writer]

Wow! Very powerful, and full of vivid imagery. Really enjoyed this write, it is emotional

[Pete]

hmm. thanks. cool beans ... :)