Today the Flood

[billy]

at the first two lines i thought it was about a literal flood. the next three sort of made me change my thinking. they harboured a sadness. then it shifts to a lighter feel of being drawn out through compassion. then it turns into a love poem where you get lost in someone else, forgetting your own hurts (not yours but the 1st persons.) and finally a depression hehe i feel like a fuckin confessional don't I
i don't care if i got it right, i did enjoy the ride, not sure the 'I' works in the penultimate stanza but it didn't hold up the read any. no nits other than that one.

thanks for the read.

Where the clouds become the earth, the ground
swells and expels its savage regrets. great metaphor
Windows, shades and summers are trapped
beneath the tempest, waiting the build up through what i see as an extended metaphor works really well
to be born.

You encourage exploration –
endless questions placing culverts
for forgotten debris to block, this feel like a good anti climax to the flood

and how can I keep looking inside not sure how else you could say it but this feels like the weakest line of the poem.
when there’s nothing to see but the light from your eyes this the 2nd weakest, not bad bu maybe could be strengthened.
reflecting on yesterday’s mockingbird mime
and a crystal decanter of sky? beautiful

I
sip again the nectar that
glistens at the corner of the hour.

Behind the curtains, tomorrow’s promise
melts feebly into soda, lime and
a slag of sorrow. Someone, somewhere,
forgets to press rewind.