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| Sad Man and Rain by Jiri Hodan |
He looks out
In the rainy morning light
And breathes her name,
Turning mist into memory
On his window pane.
He traces the shape of a heart,
So reminiscent of the curve
His fingers followed on her cheek.
He never understood
Her obsession with the rain
And its ability to mask sorrow;
Today he understands far too well.
~~~ This was written for the OctPoWriMo Day 6 prompt of “Remember.”
15 comments:
Wow, simply beautiful. The image of the misted window and this guy drawing hearts in it...I loved it.
Your words capture the photo eloquently!
A tender observation.
I do like this, especially your ending and these lines:
"He never understood
Her obsession with the rain"
Ah, and now he understands rain. Very cool poem!
this is truly lovely, Mary!
♥
Very thought-provoking!
very nice poem
Depthful writing filled with feeling here, Mary!
I love the word play here. The image fits perfectly!
Mary this is a fantastic poem, every word perfect, emotion--image-- the way one word/stanza flows into the next (evoking rainy images just in the flow). Love it!!
Mary sums it up so well.
Rain pervades our moods.
Not often for the better.
This is beautiful, Mary.
He seems to have paid a high price for understanding how she felt about the rain. An excellent write, Mary.
K
And breathes her name,
Turning mist into memory
You captured the image perfectly! A tender, moving write.
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