Try as I might
To avoid the old plight
Yet, you lie, and I bite
Result: lone tears at night
Swollen face pressed to pane
Unhappy again
My heart: heavy; disdain
Frozen in full body pain
A looking glass trip
The frown on my upper lip
Perchance; sighting, a drip
Details to come, erasing blip
Drip, drip, drop; gentle drizzle
Statuesque limbs; neat and chisel
Rain washing, splash-n-sizzle
My cries hope to fizzle
Roll, stream, pitter-patter
A broken heart; shatter
One route to the source of matter
Rain stirs a bowl of batter
All-ingredient mixer
Water splashings; rain elixir
Glass plate sightings; upper-fixer
Nature says, “We know what afflicts her”
Open screen, waterfall
Flooded feelings; bask in all
Soaking in my final bawl
Eye stains indulge in closing call
My moistened skin glistens
Rolling rainwater christens
A slighted heart space now listens
Prompting future hope petitions
Night becomes day
A late-hour storm had her say
What will be, what it may
Rain always yields to sunray
Refreshed, cool, and calm
Lip smacking, cherry balm
I taste not one burden or qualm
The world now lies in my palm
Heartache assured; healing is too
Rain solace leads me not back to you
A cleansing wipes my grey slate anew
Misty eyes and weather predating accrue
About the Creator
Marilyn Glover
Poet, writer, & editor, writing to uplift humanity. A Spiritual person who practices Reiki and finds inspiration in nature.
Mother of four, grandmother of two, British American dual citizen living in the States
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