Today the Flood

[popeye]

Where the clouds become the earth, the ground
swells and expels its savage regrets.
Windows, shades and summers are trapped
beneath the tempest, waiting
to be born.

You encourage exploration –
endless questions placing culverts
for forgotten debris to block,

and the light from your eyes
is a drop in the glass
reflecting on yesterday’s mockingbird mime
and a crystal decanter of sky

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.

Hello Leanne, not sure how accurate this is, to me this poem is one

wonderful metaphor for the death of a previous loving

relationship. Line one sets the mood perfectly, lovers staring into

the distant horizon, a male storm brooding, female earth welling

tears through swollen eyes, anger and frustration palpable, waiting

to explode like thunder.

Stanza two and some sort of resolution trying to be found, but

previous baggage blocking the way.

Stanza three and his once bright eyes glaze to disinterested

dullness which make a mockery of the earlier good times, reflecting

a small chink of sky and not, perhaps, candle light reflected from

a bottle of wine.

Stanza four and she has one last glimpse of what was.

Last stanza drops the shutter leaving only feelings of loss and

loneliness with the realization of finality!

Cheers