Poem: In the Rain

BLOT: (22 Jan 2016 - 07:55:59 PM)

Poem: In the Rain

1. In the Rain

In the rain, the cold water pools into your sighs and in the rain
My breath falls out along the sidewalk's gentle slope and the (
hill curves off around the street of happy homes
and happy men and happy lights and happy
) terror of seeing what it means again and again,
A feeling high moment closes low and slowly

Hands reach and touch in the rain, hands reach and miss each other
By the faintest horizon, mere microns wide, gray and blue atoms
And shadows all the shape of yesterday on windshields
With the sound of dreams knitted and stitched, wounded and healed,

in the rain in the rain.

Plans and cards played out until the spades run flush
in the rain, and cheeks and lips heart open until the knowing
Blush, must have been the the rain, been the rain

A night ceases to dawn in any meaningful way:
So many stars above the day, so many above the pain.

In the rain, the cold water washes into the words
We said and with the rain the syllables bleed into a jumble
Of painted lines and asphalt cracks and floating leaves and
Nonsense debris, worlds lost into steps taken, feet run away

Through the rain, through the long shape of distance.
Looking back, looking back, down the maybe, down the out.
In the rain, my face reaches down, a mask of rain, in the made.
Trees bend with the rain with the weight with eyes dark in the green

hidden green blinking awake and quickly breathes

And all I had to say...

2. Was This

I can't even begin, I can't even end,
And the hope of the day is the sunset
When things have come around full
Circle before the twilight awakes forget.

Baby teeth memories full of the sound of
Utensil drawers mouthing forks and knives
And the everyday markings of happy times
And the everyday tools of simple lives

Pull me back to when a window was a soul
And the outside was something inside me.
When I marked joyfulness as the sad state
Of days between having the pain of poetry.

And you were a puzzle box, known but young,
With a complex key to bend your lock,
And you were a song inside that plays to ear,
And a heart inside that played to the dark

Words inside of me, the night I wore.
I turned the key, you opened mine,
And the days spent under leaves and light
Spilled out roads of dust and eyes.

The first argument was a pattern made,
A painting of colors and washed lines.
The last good day was just another name
For all the moments we wasted time.

And when I fell in love with the dying thing,
I fell in deep with the absent smile
That you wore to pass the hours,
I fell in hard with my own sad while.

The heartbeat in a room, carpet and cloth,
And old comfortable chair I slept upon,
The walls where our pictures hung, the smell
Of smoke and sad and days long gone.

And when I looked back, mirrors looked forward,
And the clouds outside were quiet gray.
"I love you, but I cannot," was your words.
And silence was all the words I could say.

3. It is Just

Rain in the west
Wears the sun as a shroud,
Gravity into whispers.

Flowers waterlogged
Close blooms and minds.
Red and yellow eyes.

Pools gather in grass,
Shimmer in the dying light.
Lie still.

A young child laughs.
Feet run through rainfall
Sleeping in streams.

The smell of pines
Crawls out of shadows
And down young roads.

A man stands alone
With himself,
Turns back to the east.

4. I Have No One

Not all clouds are thunder and lightning (you say), the storm finally passes
Gray skies are gray skies even at night, so dark so dark, lightless
And of all the stars I have ever named, the brightest hardest named
Was the sun. I see you as I see myself, a reflection of the other else,

I have no one.

Slamming into the sky, ravaged and barely breathing I bleed
Just to see. I release (I say) I accept. I become something mildly felt.
Scalded by the edges I had forgotten the rhyme and reason of, which
And where, all behind, the missed goodbye falls back into the now and

I have not forgotten all the shit that you have done.
I have not forgotten all the songs that we sung.
I have not forgotten the times come and gone.
I was just hanging on to needing someone.

Like a flute my tongue plays at notes and tunes and humming and
Dancing with the vacant feast where the food has gone all awry
Until the eyes are drained and how could I have possibly been blind
To the past outside, filled with the glaring scars of past storms?

I have not forgotten all the pain you brought and spun.
I have not forgotten the rain and the gray and way the clouds
Behaved when in the wind they westerly dreamed blue skies
And blue eyes look out into the midnight and blue eyes, mine...

I was just hanging on.
We have no one.

Poetry

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