The sound of tears
Are but gentle
As rain
Begins to fall
Its time
To bring
The washing in
Darkened clouds to call.
The day of shattered
Meloncholy
Has lost
Its will to live
Driven down by grief
Lonely moments
Scattered
Still.
The loss of stability
Left with your soul
Death a final kiss
Your fortitude so bold
But its time to bring
The washing in
Dark clouds they call
The sound of tears
Are but gentle
Rain begins to fall.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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This poem extends a common metaphor into one that is brilliant. Yes cloudy days, dark skies, rain as tears I have heard many times but time to bring the washing in sends a much more complex meaning and adds a new twist to the cliche. Loved it a fave
as always much appreciated and thanking you for comment
My pleasure
Death, the final song, but life doesn't stop.
It's raining, maybe tears, but the washing needs to come in for the final time.
spot on, thanks for comments and much appreciated
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