The rain splashed down off the roof
and droplets tumbled from her eyelashes
as she stood in the aisle, hearing the rain
pelting the metal roof, tapping a
melodic rhythm into her head.
The heart called out and thought it heard
a reply, but it was just an echo.
She'd been fleetingly happy once, and a
memory spiraled upwards like a ribbon
until it floated out of sight.
She watched it disappear, and then
headed up to the house to make
some more coffee.
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““Do not remember the former things, Nor consider the things of old. Behold, I will do a new thing, Now it shall spring forth; Shall you not know it? I will even make a road in the wilderness And rivers in the desert.”
Isaiah 43:18-19 NKJV
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Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. ❤️
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Comments (4)
ohhh! I love that sharp ending. Love the similes you used to describe the rain, Great Poem!
Always good food for thought :)
Some beautiful words and we always have to keep moving in one way or another
I really loved this line: memory spiraled upwards like a ribbon