Contemplating my darkest hour
as wine I'm sipping turns sour
and it's strange I guess
as rain drop will roll off leaf
I'm thinking of you
or remembering you
for every time I try
like a drop, it explodes
hitting the dirt like a bomb
shattering like glass
yet memories are all I've got
of daphodils and forget-me-nots
yet even forget-me-nots
are at times forgotten
and as goblet spills precious drink
I don't care, for as long as I contemplate
'cause like a exploding rain drop
the memories gone again
Author notes
This stemmed from listenning to "reqrieum overture" while walking home in the rain. It's not about anyone in particular, or maybe it is! you'll never know now! mua ha ha ha ha
It's funny, dark poets are sometimes light people
Please tell me what you think
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Its a very subtle poem. The lines tie together, and the words disappear only feelings and thoughts come to life. The exploding drop of rain is an interesting imagery to use to memories lost and to everything that we try to remember.The more we try to hold in the more futile our attempts. I also liked the concept that these are someone's last thoughts. That in the persons darkest hours a memory comes back, and yet that memory can fade/explode as everything else does.
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