Until the Rain Turns Red

Keith

Clamped in a cold stream

while a white shirt

a crisp white shirt

waits.

You can walk while I just waste.

And carnival ties

are undone for good

at the bottom of my bed.

Any daydreams

left undone

are fastened away

not exposed ever again

to the wrinkling light

of growing pain.

 

Tidied up

from my breakfast bar brain

‘til you eat again……

 

or until the rain turns red.

  • Author: Keith (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 26th, 2022 05:24
  • Comment from author about the poem: Not an easy one for me to choose a category...it fits several...no comment today....this is for the reader to interpret how they wish given their current state of mind....for me it's too personal to say anything. Thank you for visiting my page.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Fay Slimm.

    Yes -- when carnival's over reality can hurt - - an intriguing read Keith - I see a parting when a lonely day-dreamer needs more - -- breakfast for one pains but waiting 'til rain turns red must bring only heartache. Methinks time to move on from that clamped cold stream. Just my take on interpretation of course but your short-lined lament suits a slow reading perfectly.

    • Keith

      Cheers, Fay. Appreciate your time.



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