“Puddle” – by: M. C. Escher © 1952
Angry
at the wind
at moonlight
at sunlight
at life
in the storms
of my tears
your footprints
rut my dreams
I shiver
drenched in memories
of love’s vain promise
to be constant
as a breeze
as stars
as the sunrise
now
constant rain
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: dVerse
To be drenched in sad memories would make anyone unhappy, and make it seem like it’s raining all the time. ????
We all get wet Merril.
Rob those loves we were sure would last forever, be they lovers, friends, or family, when we lose them I think the pain of their loss remains a wound within us that will never heal.
They all leave a scar Lisa, some deeper than others.
Hold onto those memories of stars and sunshine … they will return!
Yes, but will I Kate. 😉
This is so sad but totally tangible.
And too often Mary!
You never cease to amaze me. Another fabulous response to the prompt
Much love…
Thank you Gillena — much love to you my friend! 🙂
Promises, Promises.
But sadly you can always count on a downpour.
Well drawn RK.
Thank you Ron. 🙂
Love the phrase “drenched in memories”. That says it all.
Thanks Candy.
Wow. Great poem Rob.
Thank you Arcadia… 🙂
So much sadness in these words.
This is the part that reached out to me,
“in the storms
of my tears
your footprints
rut my dreams”
Just like the Moody Blues song Ali — I’m a melancholy man. I am drawn to living of life in the cool shade, a darker side of pale.
Rob, you are brilliant! I really, really appreciate this piece.
-David
Thank you very much David, I genuinely appreciate your kind words i invite yo to read my second. It is about a beast of the January wolf moon.
I feel struck down by sadness.
I want you to feel that emotion Misky, but also so you can appreciate and embrace the joy of its absence.
You’ve captured an intense melancholy Rob.
Thank you Kerfe.
Oh my….I can feel the devastated feeling of lost love and anger and disappointment here. A visceral write!
Thank you Lillian.
A sad one from you today, Rob – but very moving!
Thank you. I am drawn to sad and melancholy Ingrid.
You need a sunshine raft to carry you across all those tears.
It took me a while, but I have fashioned a reasonably good one. Writing about sadness and sorrow is a topic I like to explore Bjorn, because I feel it is the most raw and intimate of extended human emotions — because it reaches deeply and it endures for a significant period.
I know that shiver, that grief, those memories, sometimes the rain is a tide that won’t turn, but it passes.
We’ve likely all been there Paul.