weeping through the panes

it's raining outside

i felt it before i heard it

in

aching joints and muscles

 

 window frame

do you feel it too

at your mitered corners?

 

are you weeping

through the panes?

 

I hear the cracking

tapping

and see

the water dripping

pooling

 

dirges

 

hymns mourn

in

staccato drops

of

September's death

 

 

at the end

 

melancholy

seems

most heavy

 

when

it

rains





Poetry by Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-09-30 at 19:58

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
There is good rain and bad rain (and purple rain, I suppose). This is the bad kind, that rains inside your mind. You've caught it perfectly. Brava!
2016-10-25


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This is so elegant. It expresses what many people feel about rain so well. And it is so tactile in its language. plus it falls down the page like rain.
2016-10-06



I love the way this is written, imperfect yet flawless.
2016-10-04


Phyllis J. Rhodes
This is an example of poetry by a true artist. It contains music, pictures, form, and everything that touches the senses. Words on a page, or screen in this case, opens the eyes and mind of the reader to a story that couldn't have been better told be it by paint, film or sculpture. It is all there to read and feel. Exquisite.
2016-10-03


Bibek
Vivid and vivacious. Loved the concrete nature of the poem.
2016-10-01



yes melancholy seems more heavy when it rains
fuck the rain
2016-10-01


Katarina Wikholm
Such an intriguing way of using space to minicafé the tempo of the raindrops. It needs rereading to catch the flow of it!
2016-09-30


Shimeren
This is a beautiful piece. I've sat here for a good 15 minutes trying to articulate the feeling it engenders... It's like the weight of your words rest heavier with each successive drip of the poem. Thank you for sharing!
2016-09-30