Yesterdays, Rain — A Poem

Spill of rain —

that chorus of singular heartbeats


murmuring insistant voices

that slip between

the furred edge dividing


from waking;

I would listen to that

Ancient rhythm,

a tidal memory pulling

upon my veins;

I would wear that wild scent

dabbed on wrists and throat,

blue-gray and violet curled

 about my ankles.

I would linger in this song,

this memory of rain,

and wash

my heart of grief.

— C.Birde, 4/16

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“Memory” — C.Birde, 4/15

12 thoughts on “Yesterdays, Rain — A Poem

  1. Thank you, as always, Michael — sometimes, I think I have a foot in another world…one that is a little kinder, a little gentler, and considerably more magical. I try to carry that around with me to ward the slings and arrows the real world thrusts upon us. 🙂


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