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The Voices in the Rain The rain brings many voices on a gray day. As if the sky, for lack of light, meant to fill An embarrassed silence, then lost control – The voices that I hear not intended, heavier than apologies for sun: I make the sky astonished at what she’s done. I remember an old woman, mumbling on a park bench, Whom neither I nor anyone understood. The sun was shining, the sky held up its hands and emptied its pockets, While the birds fed oblivious. Now again she comes with her mumble, gray harbinger, Who without the excuse of weather shadowed a dark Sunday in December, Her voice among the vast, the unaccounted ones. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Joe Gustin On Date: 2014-01-01 13:51:41
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Goose bump city. I love poems that have such an effect on me. There are so many excellent lines in this work. I have attempted poems like this without to much success. Yours works on so many levels as to leave the reader wishing they had an old mumbling woman in their life to inspire such words