straight down rain
falling through
a crooked morning
i listen for the space between splashes
and wait for the mystery of fountain
water is everywhere and i’m afraid to drown
one drip of silence at a time
but this pool on the floor just keeps growing
rivulets and fingers spreading stain
i dip my thumb in your aged chalice
still thirsty for all you cannot give
in this room i read the chronicle of empty
and everything you feed me tastes of salt
my heart drinks you in and spits lost longing
into the dusty veil of open corners
this is the mud we wallow in
though later we’ll leave footprints in the hall
as the laughter of thunder echoes lightly
and rain keeps running down the wall
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August 13th, 2013 at 9:08 am
wallowing is what footprints are all about! nice, as always.
August 13th, 2013 at 9:33 am
This is absolutely beautiful!
August 13th, 2013 at 9:40 am
nice…the mud we wallow in and the footprints we leave after….the laughter and thunder…def the evocative section of this for me…that space between drops as well…on a side note my youngest has become very skittish with storms due to the flooding this summer…
August 13th, 2013 at 10:20 am
Wow, one of my new favorites. Love this a lot.
August 13th, 2013 at 10:58 am
As always your words are beautiful.
August 13th, 2013 at 1:24 pm
” i dip my thumb in your aged chalice
still thirsty for all you cannot give ”
Very sad when one comes to the realization that what had been is no more. But it doesn’t stop it from craving it.
August 13th, 2013 at 2:04 pm
first – i love the title – and i love all the images – you paint em with such intensity that i really think i can feel them on my skin
August 13th, 2013 at 3:20 pm
Like water, very penetrating. I Love one drip of silence at a time and still thirsty for all you cannot give.
August 13th, 2013 at 3:20 pm
Very moving – loved the lines of dipping your thumb in the chalice and everything tasting of salt – lovely – K
August 13th, 2013 at 3:22 pm
i dip my thumb in your aged chalice
still thirsty for all you cannot give…great line. Love all of it, powerful.
August 13th, 2013 at 3:39 pm
Like the room we cleaned after he died, like his space in my brain until I have mourned enough, all he did not get to give, all I can still tast.
August 13th, 2013 at 3:41 pm
The images are so compelling.>KB
August 13th, 2013 at 3:42 pm
simply breathtaking.
August 13th, 2013 at 3:47 pm
everything you feed me tastes of salt – now that is SEXUAL 😉
Dance to the Moulin Rouge
August 13th, 2013 at 5:26 pm
Just when I start describing you as a visual poet painting intricate vignettes,you remind me how sensuous you are. I cannot describe you; you are magic.
August 13th, 2013 at 5:54 pm
I love it and this is my favorite part:
i dip my thumb in your aged chalice
still thirsty for all you cannot give
Lovely picture too ~
August 13th, 2013 at 6:54 pm
Stunning!!
August 13th, 2013 at 7:01 pm
That’s great right there.
Love the two line verses as well.
August 13th, 2013 at 7:08 pm
There is a pall and it is interminable (there are no periods)sprinkled with laughter of thunder. It is a cynical amusement in
thunder’s laughter.
I’ve read it and re-read it. I like it but I don’t know why.
Cheers!
August 13th, 2013 at 7:13 pm
to-die-for title & i love
my heart drinks you in and spits lost longing
into the dusty veil of open corners and the lightly laughing thunder (sometimes it gets so darn serious)
August 13th, 2013 at 7:26 pm
You use the water, the storm, the splash and the spaces of silence well as a metaphor for a relationship. Isn’t all this true? Sometimes in the stormiest times of our lives, we step aside into silence, trying to soak it in, measure what it means, and even when everything is about to overwhelm us remember the fun, the laughter and consider.
August 13th, 2013 at 8:30 pm
an enjoyable read
August 13th, 2013 at 9:06 pm
water is everywhere and i’m afraid to drown
one drip of silence at a time..beautiful words and I know the feeling.
August 13th, 2013 at 10:47 pm
“still thirsty for all you cannot give” & “and everything you feed me tastes of salt” – WOW … both such powerful statements in and of themselves.
August 13th, 2013 at 11:10 pm
superb title, totally setting the tone, leading into such a subtle zone of space:
one drip of silence at a time
a perfect line that could well describe my extended reaction as I read between the lines
as the words on the page pulse nuance and class.
August 14th, 2013 at 4:02 am
Can I just say – I was mesmerised by your words. First time reader and this is simply exquisite – thank you.
August 14th, 2013 at 9:28 am
“water is everywhere and i’m afraid to drown
one drip of silence at a time”
You express such profound sadness. The emptiness is palpable.
August 14th, 2013 at 3:46 pm
Love where this led you. I have lived with daily and nightly storms for the past month. Your metaphoric use of this natural inconvenience is incredible. Oh! and the title is brilliant.
August 14th, 2013 at 4:25 pm
Nice progression with this and finishing with a elegant end rhyme that is nice.
Pamela
August 14th, 2013 at 7:33 pm
Every part of this is so totally awesome!
August 14th, 2013 at 9:33 pm
Love the whole poem but the line about waiting for the space between splashes just resonates with me. Well done!
August 14th, 2013 at 10:51 pm
Hello beautiful,
I am doing the rounds this morning, visiting old friends and making new ones, inviting dear kindreds to join us for August Moon. http://www.katmcnally.com/p/august-moon-13.html
I know you are juggling so many things right now, but it would be so special if you joined us. Actually, it wouldn’t be the same without you. (So, er, no pressure!!)
Kat xx
August 15th, 2013 at 1:11 am
It has been raining here steadily since last night, and I will keep an ear out for the laughter of thunder. This was refreshingly new…
August 15th, 2013 at 4:16 am
It seems to me the highest heights are after the near drownings of life…
August 15th, 2013 at 7:55 am
Love the images and metaphors in this piece. Like a dank November day creating images of loss and melancholy..
August 15th, 2013 at 9:30 am
“in this room i read the chronicle of empty
and everything you feed me tastes of salt
my heart drinks you in and spits lost longing
into the dusty veil of open corners”
beautiful writing!