Too late

Posted on February 4, 2016 | 29 Comments

PHOTO PROMPT © Erin Leary

The distant clouds promise, “I’ll soon be there”.

But I need them now to form a tear.

Like a heart contrite,

too late to set things right.

I know it will pour…

like an ocean with no shore.

But I need them now to form a tear.

For there is no time, I fear.

 

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This less than 60 word poem  was written in response to a 100 word photo-prompt based challenge conducted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Picture courtesy of Erin Leary : PHOTO PROMPT © Erin Leary

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29 responses to “Too late”

  1. athling2001 | February 4, 2016 at 5:09 pm | Reply

    Poignant. Thank you for sharing.

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  3. rochellewisoff | February 4, 2016 at 7:57 pm | Reply

    Dear Ansumani,

    Not being able to cry is sometimes worse than not being able to stop. Nicely done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  4. plaridel | February 4, 2016 at 8:51 pm | Reply

    nice poem. i can feel the anguish and the pain.

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  5. maria | February 5, 2016 at 4:55 am | Reply

    Well done. There are times that I feel the same way, too.

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  6. Perry Block (@PerryBlock) | February 5, 2016 at 5:32 am | Reply

    Boy, I can relate. Too late to set things right, whatever they are. Whether he can’t cry or is on the verge of a flood doesn’t really matter.

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  8. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) | February 5, 2016 at 8:26 pm | Reply

    The pain of draught is the worst one .. Love your poem

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  9. gahlearner | February 5, 2016 at 11:21 pm | Reply

    Too late is one of the saddest phrases. Well done, and in less than 100 words, too. 🙂

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  10. Amy Reese | February 6, 2016 at 5:21 am | Reply

    We need lots of tears to make it right. I really enjoyed this. Nicely done.

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  11. Dale | February 6, 2016 at 5:26 am | Reply

    I echo everyone. Lovely, sad poem.

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  12. patrickprinsloo | February 6, 2016 at 1:54 pm | Reply

    Struggling with the piece. Metaphor or literal? Personal grief or hoping to end a drought?

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    • ansumani | February 6, 2016 at 7:31 pm | Reply

      Would you accept a literal Metaphor? 🙂

      It’s personal grief – the kind where one is remorseful but it’s too late to do anything – compared to a cloud that doesn’t rain when someone desperately wants it to.

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  13. patriciaruthsusan | February 9, 2016 at 4:27 pm | Reply

    Well done, Ansumani. Sometimes crying doesn’t come right away. We’re numb at first. —- Suzanne

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  15. kutukamus | February 17, 2016 at 9:29 pm | Reply

    Maybe not that late, my dear 🙂

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