Until the Rain

 


 

 

Tomorrow arrives
and my emptiness

cringes,

stands on life’s edge
and lets it teeter behind
stained glass —

a mirror reflecting yesterday.

Your warmth used to run
like quicksilver through my veins
and present me to the sun.

I never saw
the gray skyline
or your shadow wane

until the rain came.

 

 

 

Pamela A. Lamppa
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Jay12

I feel, loss, in this poem. Nice write.

Valdohren

Yes, so much loss here, and another one I can relate to. Beautifully expressed Pamela.
Val x

Stormwolf

Hi Pamela
I could not quite get the imagery here.

‘stands on life’s edge
and lets it teeter behind
stained glass —’

teetering on life’s edge suggests to me standing with nothing in front before potential catastrophe (falling)
but ‘behind stained glass’ suggests to me a partition between you and the edge of the cliff.
and stained glass does not mirror. ;-(
Perhaps I am reading it wrongly.
I do think a wee tweak may bring the poem’s meaning more alive.
Alison x

Mitch

Punchy and moving short piece about loss but I did have a wee problem with the leap from stained glass to the mirror so that line needs a wee tweak to qualify the context. Quicksilver is of course wonderful poetic licence but mercury is extremely toxic as any Mad Hatter will tell you! Best. Mitch

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