Of Rain On Glassy Windows
Rain slowly crawling down glass
That furnishes this house
This house that is not a home
Not a home, not a home
Just walls and windows and doors
That lead into empty rooms
Empty maybe because no one wanted them filled
Or no one noticed they were not
Since this house is not a home
Not a home, not a home
Drops of water secreting over smooth, reflective sheets
Like legs in a glass of potent ruby red wine
In this, on this, outside this, house
That is not a home, not a home
posted by steph @ 6:43 PM
10 Comments:
....mmmm....ruby red wine....
Did you just post first on your own blog? That's great!
Nice poem, by the way.
-Matt
haha yah...i kept thinking about wine after i wrote that...so somehow it got posted...
Sitting by a fire on a rainy day, sipping ruby red cabernet savignon. Does it get any better? I submit that it does not.
I don't have much to say about this poem, except that it makes me long for rain and summer, so the imagery must be successful. My favourite line (and not just because I love red wine) is "Like legs in a glass of potent ruby red wine" - I like it applied to rain on the window.
that line, and the one right before it...are also my favourite lines. am i allowed to have favourite lines when it comes to my own poem...??
rain and summer are a good combination, that's for sure. i look forward to summer more and more and more...
tequila goes better with summer though rather than wine i think...
Tequila in the rain? I don't think so. Tequila on the beach. Wine in the rain.
But then, as a Prov student, I have no idea what I'm talking about, do I? No, I don't.
i didn't mean in the rain hah! i just meant with summer...i think tequila when i think summer, not wine.
wine i think more of the evening after a gorgeous fall day...when its chilly enough for sweaters but not too cold...and it's been a perfect day spent outside in the golden and auburn and yellow hues of the season...and dusk is just settling in with a steady and gentle rain to close a glorious day in a beautiful melancholy way...and a quiet fire going, with Chopin playing...
...then wine.
In that case I agree completely.
i changed my mind
that doesn't make me think wine either. wine needs something more...i am not entirely sure what...but that was not enough. it had the elements for wine...but not enough atmosphere just on its own like that. it is missing something...
i will figure it out eventually.
LOL, Remember when I thought chopin was pronounced 'chop-in' like, "I'm choppin' up some carrots"? BAHAHA! I am so smart.
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