on the day where there is no sky but rain
an island in the sun.
but mostly tears
greet me around every corner.
i want to open my umbrella ~
but that would be impolite.
so i listen to humans’ heavy rains…
and smile, secretly
i love the rain…
every. single. face.
trying to drown the island.
sun’s edge carefully dulled
as if it had lost its twang;
and though she refuses politely,
she gets tangled, caught
in autumn’s dark gray cotton candy,
shooting strings of wetness
upon trees and heads alike.
we all can only hope
that these rich drops
are our dear old friend’s parting tears
as she packs her bags for the season –
… a somewhat quirky poem written for dVerse’s Open Link Night – let’s go grab a drink at the bar!
photo credits: fineartamerica.com
a day goes by
where the jugglers in the streets,
intoxicated by cellphone bliss,
run through the lanes of nature’s womb
without ever looking up.
the sun in its glory
does her best to warm and guide;
who sit on the pavement,
sip their coffee and observe
are the ones called true.
you can see it ~
and you may find
the hidden door
to the land of Narnia…
where the lion speaks
and strength resides.
look at the sun,
at the faces beneath ~
to open doors,
to make lions talk.
bathe in day’s colorful patterns,
cut puppet strings –
to take your first steps
on wobbly legs.
inspired by dVerse‘s OpenLinkNight
photo credits: flickr.com
i know you’re probably in hiding for a reason, but i cannot resist the urge to ask where you went – since i haven’t seen your face in so long.
yes, pretty much everyone is expecting of you to make an appearance since it’s your season and all, and rising up to the expectations of others can be frustratingly hard sometimes.
me writing this probably won’t change a thing (me usually being more of a “rain person” and i’m sure you know it), but i at least have to try. so maybe if i ask nicely (pretty please) and also throw in a quivering lip, you’ll be convinced.
it’s your time to shine (boom tish)!