Sunday, October 7, 2012

A Rainy Remembrance

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.”


Anna K. Stewart said...

Wow, simply beautiful. The image of the misted window and this guy drawing hearts in it...I loved it.

Carrie Burtt said...

Your words capture the photo eloquently!

Jinksy said...

A tender observation.

flipside records said...

I do like this, especially your ending and these lines:

"He never understood
Her obsession with the rain"

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Ah, and now he understands rain. Very cool poem!

my heart's love songs said...

this is truly lovely, Mary!

Laurie Kolp said...

Very thought-provoking!

Tatius T. Darksong said...

very nice poem

Mary said...

Depthful writing filled with feeling here, Mary!

Anonymous said...

I love the word play here. The image fits perfectly!

SaraV said...

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!!

aprille said...

Mary sums it up so well.
Rain pervades our moods.
Not often for the better.

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is beautiful, Mary.

Kay L. Davies said...

He seems to have paid a high price for understanding how she felt about the rain. An excellent write, Mary.

Margaret said...

And breathes her name,
Turning mist into memory

You captured the image perfectly! A tender, moving write.