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The Sympathy of Rain

The sound of the rain washes me away.

It takes me back to an unknown place.

To a time that I can not quite put my finger on.

It is more of a feeling than a memory,

a sort of nostalgia for something I have lost.

Something long forgotten.

Rain on windows always does this to me.

Sometimes I think that if I stare long enough at the glass,

that if I count enough straggly raindrops running down towards the sill,

I will remember what it is.

But I never do.

I try to let the rhythm of the rain hypnotise me

into releasing the uncried tear that I know is there.

But I am always just left with the same slight melancholy,

the same refreshing, inspiring sadness.

If you have ever cried next to a window in a rainstorm

then you probably understand the sympathy of rain.

Like dew crystals on tufty cemetery grass.

I think that’s why I like caravans.

I like tents too.

But the sound of rain on tents leaves me longing for a window.

For something to take me a step closer to my buried memories.

For something that will do my crying for me.

Soon to be published in Volume Two of Incandescent;  http://www.incandescentpoetry.com/

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One Day

With an explosion of guilt

I was lifted from now,

looking down on my life

I was wondering how?

A death free of meaning

reflected the life

no longer breathing

and under the knife,

One sustained fight,

one early surrender,

as you choke on the smoke,

kiss goodbye to the tender.

Old friends die when heroes cry.

Spoken word version available here-http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OsiPVByN13U