When The Time For Talk Is Over

Something I put together tonight..

When The Time For Talk Is Over

The raindrops are holding a sunday mass on my back window

Trickling down the church isles ever so gently

Slowly weaving through their scarlet blasphemy. 

The thunder clouds act as a poignant reminder 

Sketching a portrait of all the ones that blurred the congregation 

Fading like condensation on a shower curtain. 

I have been to the edge of the deepest reservoir

I have been the author of the most distressing memoir 

All of that in a days work. 

It seems to me that we start to belong right before we leave 

And through it all we are the martyrs of optimism 

Only to become bitter old men circling the cape in the evenings. 

I've been told theres a way out of everything

A plan etched somewhere in the flesh of our lives ebb 

Dwindling between the cognizance of yesterdays rain drops. 

But in the end all of that is just backbiting 

Handsome words dressed up to cover up the appalling reality

That one day the rain will eventually end. 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Jordan A. Wilson]

i was hooked from the first stanza. this has so much depth and pathos, i almost fell in haha. great work.

[Marie]

Wometimes there's left nothing to say...if rain ends, so does light...

[Barbara Walker]

Many ways to look at life and living and whether there are rewards afterward or punishment. Whether what we do in life really means anything. But whatever we think or believe, the one true act is that it does end, as you express in this poem. It sounds negative and angry, the way most people would feel, especially those who are young and full of life. Good write!

[afra]

another great write cole...well done

[That_Girl]

Your writing is always so impressive... you are incredibly talented. Another job well done.. the ending is superb... wraps it all up nicely.

[Kimberly "Melody" Carne..]

I love how this is written! A depth of revilation of something so evident we ignor it. Well written!

[Pax]

such vivid thoughts. I really like how you manage to put images into your poem and this one speaks so much truth but we all know like you said that one day the rain will eventually end. great job.

[♪The Girl Next Do..]

Wow. This is...amazing. So mysterious, so...so full of emotion! Incredible poem, friend.