Your Kind of Sunday

You should have seen the rain fall as the sun came up this morning,
    the perfect start to "your kind of Sunday"
Only without you.

All those heavy skies and fervid eyes you talk about
    seem to be your shadow, delayed.

The folks in the historic downtown squares you troll for hidden angels
    moved inside to sing their songs
    the four walls muffled them all, the ballads sounded different without you singing along.
Maybe now that I can see the view from both sides of my body
    I'm viewing everything at a distorted angle.

You should have seen the roads out here
    not a car for miles in a town known for it's traffic.
I don't think I could stand one of those jams without a little company,
    so maybe something out there knew.

I'm sure there'll be another day like this strange new year's calm
    when you get back.
It's never ever really been blue skies and parades for very long,
    this city needs quenching.

All I keep thinking about is the way
    your reflection looks when you take a picture through glass.
And how you should have seen the rain fall, that last time I looked you in the eye.

They always said you were better built for thunderstorms.
    You fair better in the calm chaos of the sky shattering,
I can see it in your brow.

I keep checking my watch to see if this month, by some sort of miracle,
    has suddenly passed me by.
But you should have seen me brave the weather by myself
    on "your kind of Sunday,"

and while everything seemed so different, Sugar,
    some things never will change.

I'll take a picture of the sky through the window in the front room
    and send it to you later.
I wouldn't want you to miss the storm.

Reviews

[G. Cedillo]

Wonderful sense of tone, i agree with Kortas, and such an odd sense of time in this too - - you present us, everything here, with that "delayed" feeling you mention so often. We don't actually see the rain, we never see the people in the moment/present of the poem, nor the skies (they're always in the past tense or future tense) and even the picture (which lends itself most to a certain moment captured in time) will be taken and sent later.
Its speaks to a strange sense of nostalgia, a limbo of sorts, the speaker here talking about a type of days in the past that you hope (though aren't sure) will come again . . . and maybe that has something to do with the person, "sugar", that the poem is directed to... are they gone and you hope, though aren't sure, they'll come again? Optimism and Realism, mixed with Nostalgia - it presents these great heavy mood where "everything at a distorted angle" and its all too lovely and fleeting like a child waiting to go outside and play, staring through the window - you hate the rain, but love watching it, and are too conflicted to care...

thanks for this,
g.

[J.P.O.et]

Wow,
'And you should have seen the rain fall the last time I looked you in the eye.'
A powerfull line I'm still digesting
Great prev reviews made me go back and read this a 3rd 4th time and take in the way
you use present/future tense to set a mood but 'distorted sense of place' as one review said
It made me feel hopefull that 'sugar' would be back but I'm not sure, that's what is great it's open for interpretation, beautifull read
J.P.O.et

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The use of imagery is well-nigh flawless in this strong, moody piece. There's a powerful sense of place even though the place is unnamed. It can be anywhere, and the reader is invited to relate by thinking of his own place, his own time, his own season, his own absent lover.

As with your other reviewers, I concur that this is a vivid, special piece of writing.

[Ken Simm.]

Lovely, lovely imagery. paralleled with sharp and pithy commentry. A remarkable write.

[W.k.kortas]

The tone is just right--has the wisftful, melancholy feel you'd look for in a piece like this, and the images of cloudiness, muted colors, and muffled sounds work hand-in-hand with that feel. There is also some very nice internal rhyme here. This is a very impressive piece of work.