Passions in Prose |
Wardrobe for Rainy Day |
Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
It’s easy to get lost in the season change or in the internal changes of our self. Rain falling today leaves drops that hang below the branch like clear pearls draped over an outstretched finger. In the Spring, they might have been called pregnant, or been compared to drops of milk from an unsuckled breast forming on bared nipple waiting to nourish the babe just born. But, this is Fall and rebirth is not the seasonal image for them. This day, they are grey in a world winding down to colder nights and retain a thickness reminding me of ice. I think of her when seasons change or when it rains a slow steady drip that soaks in eventual misery to a chill, and I am not sure if it is the chill or the memory that makes me shiver. I left her years ago. The usual distance having grown between the who we were and the who we had become left our arms too short to reach each other and our hearts so distant we no longer felt the pulse of us. No dramatic stories here, and no great wrongs, just time and erosion taking their usual toll on those living unaware, still it saddens. I need to find my coat and have it cleaned. One never knows when it will freeze and I hate being chilled. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
on those sort of days? Nothing like a nice potato soup! okay, okay...I SEE (said the blind man) |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ron A feeling, all wrapped up in a raindrop. Left me chilled too, and nodding that yes, I understand this is how it can be. Well done! |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Thanks for the reminder for holding the ticket is not enough to keep us warm, and I too, need to free my jacket |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
The usual distance having grown between the who we were and the who we had become left our arms too short to reach each other and our hearts so distant we no longer felt the pulse of us. No dramatic stories here, and no great wrongs, just time and erosion taking their usual toll on those living unaware, still it saddens. ====================================== I wasnt expecting this to turn where it did, so wrapped up in your imagery in the opening paragraph..I didnt see winter coming in.... Ive a chill of my own...not from the change of seasons..but of the cold, glaring reflection of the mirrors found in your words. Its like living with the dread of winter knowing theres no chance of early spring ... Hibernation and denial..aren't that different. |
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