Drought

We stood on a rock in the middle of what
I remembered was a raging torrent. There'd
Been a drought. It was barely a stream.
Metaphors build. My edifice shudders.
After you'd come, like a figure from out of
A fairy tale, to the bubbling pool, the picture
Of loveliness, Disneylike, almost, you didn't
Show up at the one on the roof, and I swam
By myself, as I sat by myself for the greater
Part of your family's reunion. Love's said
To triumph. Indifference can, too. I could
Send you a text, and you'd send a response,
But the warmth of the words I would write
Would be greater than those you would peck
Out to me. Yours would be tepid. Metaphors
Build. I'm the torrent. You're barely a stream.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-11-01 at 16:41

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Yayāti
This is beautifully written. One of your best.
2019-11-03


shells
I see the scene, I feel the emotion and the final line, epic. Really enjoyed this, bookmarked.
2019-11-03


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
This has a fluid quality, steady and inevitable, and very good.
2019-11-01