Conversation

Vincent van Gogh Rain

 

Conversation

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It’s frivolous, this rain,
with its unreasonable claims
on our silence.
You stalk the hallway, I crush
tears in my fist.
I’ve taken to rearranging books
on the shelf, first
alphabetically, then by the year
of a writer’s death.
Orphan books.
I seem to love them more this way.

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Prompt: Dwight at dVerse Poets Pub asks poets to write about the sounds of silence.

 

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  1. “I crush tears in my fist.” I can see and feel this, so powerfully. Beautiful! And the ending— “Orphan books/I seem to love them more this way.” WOW! They love you too, in every way. Thank you, Romana. Your poetry inspires me! ❤️🐝

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  2. What grabbed me first, Romana, was the frivolous rain ‘with its unreasonable claims / on our silence. But then I read the lines:
    ‘…I crush
    tears in my fist’
    and.
    ‘Orphan books.
    I seem to love them more this way’.
    Wonderful!

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  3. There is an undercurrent of emotions of despair and silence amidst the rain. The act of rearranging those orphan books must be comforting. Thanks for joining in and sorry for the late response.

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