Some Rainy Day
Of perfume
In the room
Unoccupied
Vacant…
Not even a plant
Relieves
The gloom
A little tea shoppe
In a narrow
Back lane...
A jangling bell
Gave me away
And a Presence
Asks
If there is
Some mistake,
Some reason, or whim
Why I ventured in
And of course
There isn’t…
I didn’t intend
To come today
But found myself
Escaping rain—
That’s all,
It’s perfectly plain…
no other reason
than fall
and rainy season…
And a memory
I can’t escape,
And a part of me
I can’t evade
...
Well, it’s haunting me
And I hope you’re glad;
You got back
Some of yours at last
And I’m wondering
If you ever strayed
Off the beaten path
As I did today,
And I wonder
What you'd say…
That the weather gods
Held sway?
You were borne
On the wind
Like swirling leaves
And ended here
Not looking for me.
Really?
Or perhaps
you were hoping
Fate in its way
Might bring us together
Some rainy day.
There is no better song for love (present, remembered or wished upon) than rain.
Great entry. Thank you very much for sharing.
so poetic. Thank you for your comment
I hope to be able to write poetry so well some day. It is harder to do than I figured it would be.
well,I think it's a matter of finding your own voice...that comes from a lot of writing and struggling :)
I'm finding that out. I'm looking for my own little poetry niche and that little voice that tells me that I'm there.
I'm glad, @johnwjr7 :)
Good one 👏 lovely connection special indeed. be well @johnjgeddes
thanks
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Nice post!
thanks
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Unintended or unplanned ventures are inevitable in life. Sometimes they result in good tidings, sometimes sadness and other times, they are no more than that; ventures; empty and meaningless. May ours always result in good tidings. Great poetry. I certainly look up to your writing.
Borne on the wind... I love the motion and emotion that this piece relayed to me. Great work, John. :)
more of a narrative element in this one - a dramatic monologue? Perhaps :)
Woah! Love this.