Yesterday, the Rain
The moon got lost last night
But the thick black knew where we lived
Sending fingers of rain tapping windows
Like children hounding Halloween candy
More Snickers
We want Skittles
Forget those raisins and mealy apples
Sleep became a restless thing with thorns
Snuffling around our pillows
Flipping side to side like a snagged fish
The damp a weighted breath
Dawn snuck in when we weren’t looking
Crept over the horizon like a thief
Another birthday
A sliver of god
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My goodness, the last verse is great!
Love the last line!
you are an amazing wizard of the word. love it.
Yours is my first moon poem, where the moon got lost. I love that, and how the literary figures pile up…beautifully.
This is so real to me. I can feel those thorns!
I love how this poem twists conventions, and love “A sliver of god”
Yes Sylvia you are a word wizard and scene setter! No raisins or mealy apples for me!
Your descriptions are breathtaking, Sylvia! The “thick black”, dawn stealing any chance of sleep, “sliver of god”. Wow!
Sylvia, this poem gives me shivers. The menace of the dark and what frightens us in the night are real here, as is the “sliver of god” that is part of how morning might be…
Fabulous imagery. Love the mood you create. That second stanza really stuck with me, as did the last line.
Very captivating!
I like your title also sending fingers of rain
lovely tone, and mood
I like your art and craft in this poem. The second stanza was my favorite, with others saying why.
Dawn snuck in when we weren’t looking
Crept over the horizon like a thief
Another birthday
A sliver of god
Wow!