My Rain Room
April 03, 2017
Line storm dreams
of rooftop
romance
and modest kisses
lending themselves
to tar paper trysts
and mouthfuls
of disappointment
Of a place
a better room
where the walls
are hung
long
with art
and old
histories
not shared
Family and love
neatly tucked away
in closet corners
I scavenge this place
looking for the words
to set me free
the phone trills
startling
unlikely and familiar
I scurry
to collect and hide
evidence
in the event
love
returns
panic
setting in
as I gather
the loose pages
strewn on the floor.
the landlord
goes in
and out
a door
I cannot pass through
instead I dissolve
out my
kitchen window
to the sidewalk
beyond
the grass
covered
plot
a notion
I used
to know
long forgotten
until
barefooted
I land
full force
into being
I remain
dry
in the middle
of the storm
while life
pours
down
a thousand
blades
of rain
NaPoWriMo2017 GloPoWriMo Day3
Photo Credit: http://www.fiftytwothursdays.us
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Very nice!
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