It's Been Gray For So Long
I Don't Care Anymore
A corner of my life
is gray now, hollowed out and
scoured clean by phantom rain.
Most days, heavy clouds converge
to hide the sun, and afternoons
dissolve into shiny gray wetness.
Speckled pigeons huddle into
soggy feathers here, and once,
a shadow man emerged from
the empty grayness, his
cigarette a lone dot of light.
As the endless downpour
soaked his shoes, he pushed
icy fingers into deep pockets,
walked blankly past me.
The grayness is darker now,
thicker, more comforting.
I am used to grayness.
2 comments:
You really have captured the mood of the weather with lovely phrases
'pewter rain','steel wool clouds',cigarette, the only arc of light in the blackness. Imagery has always been your strong point..Beautiful poem, Marianne . It's always such a pleasure to read your gems.
Thanks for your kind comments, Rall! This was a wonderful prompt! Thanks for coming up with your gems!
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