This is a poem I have previously posted here, placed onto a background that I made myself.
I’ve been trying this lately and would really like some insight on how you think I am going and how you think I could improve.
Thank you all .
This is a poem I have previously posted here, placed onto a background that I made myself.
I’ve been trying this lately and would really like some insight on how you think I am going and how you think I could improve.
Thank you all .
I recall well the electrical moons
Grimy flickering street lights
I remember I caught you as you started to swoon
And watched you drift out of my life
Thunder crashed loud in the world around
I swear it called out your name
A wild deity’s calamitous shout
Asking you to His game
The rain fell gently pattering the streets
Slick and shining yellow
With such fear in your eyes you turned slowly to me
You skin gone ashen and sallow
And here I stand in the street again
I stand where you were stolen from me
There I can see your spirit dance in the rain
Weightless, forever carefree
You dance over to me, like gossamer lace
The wind blowing your ethereal hair
Up on your toes you gently kiss my face
A kiss like a tickle of air
You smile at me with bright searching eyes
As you fade again from my sight
Like a breath on my cheek there your fingers lie
In a reflective caress godnight
©Aarron Mondello
23/2/2018
Image found on Pinterest
By Aarron Mondello
16/1/2018
Rain drops falling in her hair
Into their midst she blankly stares
Searching for what’s no longer there
For tonight her moon has died
Sadness fills her fit to bursting
In the darkness looming lurking
Are broken hearts tonight they’re hurting
It seems the sun has lied
The promise it made of warmth and love
Broken like the moon above
No loving arms around her hug
No comfort in this stormy night
Through the rain on broken feet
She walks slowly through the streets
And if her maker she does meet
From numb hands her heart he’ll pry
And still the rain runs down her face
Weaving runnels of silver lace
Covering up each painful trace
Behind this new mask she will hide.
©Aarron Mondello
16/1/2018
Image https://www.deviantart.com/art/One-Rainy-Night-597168632