Where is your heart,
day after the rain?
Is it wringing out wash
you left hanging
to catch night tears?
Is it wandering
a dirt road
with dust groupies
circling,
like scavengers,
tearing at your steps?
Did you throw it
on a night stand, like
quarters, dimes and keys,
while you wrapped around foreign words
under sheets you didn’t know?
It’s not here with me
sharing birdsong and petrichor;
where is your heart,
day after the rain?
(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2006)
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9 comments:
Every time I read this one, it makes me feel like crying in a good way.
very nice --- very thoughtful--
Deep, thoughtful, and at the same time light like the drops gliding from leaf to leaf after the rain.
I like this!
I've just now been able to get blogger to post for me (my own blog or comments), but here I am, better late than never:-)
great!
beautiful
and you've taught me a new word
petrichor - i will savour it
cheers
AA, thank you, as always!!
Thanks Andrew!
Natalia, I have contemplated the depth of a raindrop, and, found it was too deep for me. Thank you!!
Pris, thank you! No schedules here, just moments!
Ah, Polona, we continue to trade our praise back and forth. Hopefully, for a very long time!! (birthdays withstanding)
Floots I would like to take credit for that but here's where I got it and fell in love with it!
http://firefliesandpetrichor.blogspot.com/
Tim, don't let the pondering get too long and burdensome. Thanks!!
This is wonderful Pat! This sings an excellent song and makes rhymes in never heard syllables. I laughed, I cried, I crawled away in hopes of sleep and clawed against the night for morning.
Lovely..evocative Pat!
Sangeet
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