After the Rain

Photo Credit: J. Korbetis

Diamonds settle on mounds
of Dianthus while
sparrows splash with joy
in sparkling puddles.

Fresh scents suffuse morning
light: lemon
honeysuckle, spice.
Verbena and persimmon.

Today, I touch the moment,
but think of yesterdays
when once we walked
in rain and sand beneath

a canopy of stars
we tried in vain to count.
The promises you made
did not endure forever.

And now, alone, I ponder
life transformed by dew,
taste the sweetness of
tomorrow and a memory.

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After the Rain

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After the Rain

Diamonds settle on mounds
of Dianthus while
sparrows splash with joy
in sparkling puddles.

Fresh scents suffuse morning
light: lemon
honeysuckle, spice.
Verbena and persimmon.

Today, I touch the moment
but think of yesterdays
when once we walked
in rain and sand beneath

a canopy of stars
we tried in vain to count.
The promises you made
did not endure forever.

And now, alone, I ponder
life transformed by dew.
Taste the sweetness of
tomorrow and a memory.

Linked to One Stop Poetry’s One Shot Wednesday: http://onestoppoetry.com where, if you take the time to browse, you’ll discover some wonderful poetry.

 

Broken Promises–Poetry Potluck

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Broken Promises

The wedge is the most
common shape in nature,
the docent says,
pointing to a
block of color
erupting like a volcano,
painted by some obscure
abstract impressionist.

I think of mossy rocks
jutting from the thirsty river
just about a block from here.
Or the blue spruce outside
my window,
shelter from the cold
to quail and jays.

I think of promises not kept—
the way you turned and slammed
the door, the sliver
of light that bled across the floor
and fell on emptiness.

I think of verbs like
cram or stuff
or “force those thoughts,
those moments, those memories
from your consciousness.”

I beg for circles:
beginnings without ends
without having to start
all over again.

The prompt for this week’s Poetry Potluck is Void, Loneliness and Sorrow. Stop by http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com  and read the work of seasoned and emerging poets who’ve responded to this challenge.