“After a heavy rainfall, poems titled RAIN pour in from across the nation.” 

~~ Sylvia Plath



Raindrops splatter against the windowpane—

through the beaded jewels of melancholy,

I look out and find myself in a leaf

floating in a puddle, sailing

from one corner to another, carrying 

the song of winter in amber, hanging

between hope & despair—losing yet not

losing itself amid the pattering of slow rain. 

O lonely rhomboid, must you yield

to the storms of fate and succumb to defeat?



Poetry by Yayāti
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Written on 2020-01-06 at 12:09

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautifully written.

Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
Ooh yes, splatter. Members of Coo & Co are rather enchanted by the notion of finding oneself in a leaf. And we too like 'the song of winter in amber' :>)

Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
"carrying/ the song of winter in amber": that's exquisitely lovely