If I were less jaded,
I might have seen a love story
in the way the cardinal escorted his lady
through the storm
to the budding pear tree.
I might have smiled
at his gentle, sheltering hover,
or even laughed
at the futility of feathers
against the rain.
Instead, I remembered the warm weight
of your arm around my shoulders
as you huddled me under your jacket
when downpours came
and how I always
ended up
getting soaked
just the same.
10 comments:
ha. at least the arm was there....getting wet in the rain can make for some fun times too...
Yep, at least he offered an arm and Brian is right getting wet in the rain can sometimes be fun!
Aw, that's not fair!
If you like pina coladas,
and getting caught in the--
Oh fuck it, never mind!
I understand this from the inside out - that's how true your poetry rings for me.
Lovely. Delicious ending!
Sometimes not only it isn't the thought that counts, it's the thought that's completely disillusioning. Finely picked out images in this, the cardinal is very vivid, as he should be, with those gaudy feathers.
wow! i love this ~ the first two stanzas could stand alone but they add a richness to the undercurrent of the last two verses. you {who i consider one of THE BEST writers of short verse} should write longer poems more often. {just please don't stop writing the short poetry, too!}
LOVE LOVE LOVE this!
♥
I think all I've got in response are deep sighs of understanding.
Love the last two stanzas. This is a wonderful piece.
and this is why you are called talented
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