Member Rara Avis
My final submission. I think submitting four is probably too much, but it's due to bad timing. I wrote this poem only yesterday, posted it, and got two replies within 10 minutes. Today I logged back in, and there's another 7 replies. This is the most I've gotten at such a quick pace, and a few people have already claimed this their favorite poem of mine, so I'd be an idiot not to put it out here. Last one, I promise. Enjoy.
-i saw her in the rain-
Rain fell in whispered words
Upon the woman's head.
I'm not sure what was said.
The pooled cloth of her dress.
She knelt in the wet grass
Under a sky of glass.
The rain spoke in tones, it fell
In notes we could never try.
It made me want to cry.
She didn't. She nodded, arms out,
Rain beading on her face,
Glistening, sullen with grace.
Then she opened her eyes of water.
Her skin was smooth-veined stone,
Her dress the grass that shone.
I ran up through the rain to touch her.
She was gone, if ever there.
Not even a mark she'd dare.
As I walked back through the rain
In gray outlines of the real,
I wondered what I should feel.