6.17.2012

Sunday Scribble.





Puddle, 1952, M. C. Escher



Wish You Were Here

it rained that day, we woke
to find morning dark gray
sky rumpled as the bed
windows slick-streaked
but okay since we were here
together, not much to do just
be, the rain tapping its toes
to our forever song, punctuation
marking memories -- now
there are footprints, reminders
tracked across my thoughts
my mind a puddle, our picture
a rippled postcard sent to show
exactly where we were 
and how, that day it rained 

-- smh







Thanks to M. C. Escher, 
and Tess at
for the prompt -- 

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12 comments:

insanebloom said...

Wonderfully written!

Jinksy said...

I love this poem - but wish it had some punctuation, to add extra impact...

Lynda Halliger-Otvos said...

wow, that's really good writing, susan. i love it. and the Escher print helped a lot to bring the words to life.

Tumblewords: said...

I love the flow of this - the procession of thought that falls with rain.

Brian Miller said...

sky rumpled as the bed...what a delicious description that is...love the postcard touch as well....they make for cool reminders...you have tight image over tight image finely layered in this piece...

Leenie said...

Your poetry goes so well with the eerie Escher art.(wow! cool alliteration) I enjoyed the offbeat feeling of the verse--kind of like a warped memory that might be part reoccuring dream. I especially liked the "rain tapping it's toes to our forever song."

Tess Kincaid said...

I love the sky being rumpled like a bed...

Linda said...

This could be a song. I can almost hear Michael Buble singing it between the raindrops. Thank you for sharing this, Susan. =D

Catfish Tales said...

Oh wonderful - sky rumpled as the bed - I'll never look at it the same again. :)

SueAnn Lommler said...

What a beautiful poem. Love the feeling of fond memories...or are they painful ones. Leaving footprints in our souls. ??
Hugs
SueAnn

Pam said...

You have a such a way with images and words. I read this as soft rain taps away here. Lovely.

Dave King said...

A very compelling poem. The bookending suits it very well.

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