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.
—end—
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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Poignant. Thank you for sharing.
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Thanks for reading 🙂
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Nice poem 🙂
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Thanks Ali.
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Dear Ansumani,
Not being able to cry is sometimes worse than not being able to stop. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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And not being able to show that tears in time is even worse…Thanks for reading Rochelle.
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nice poem. i can feel the anguish and the pain.
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Thank you…I’m glad it come through.
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Well done. There are times that I feel the same way, too.
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Thanks Maria.
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My pleasure. 🙂 🙂
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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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I think it’s unfortunate that many people are relating to this poem of anguish in a personal way. Thanks for reading.
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Very sad.
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Sometimes life is sad…other times not 🙂 Thanks for reading.
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The pain of draught is the worst one .. Love your poem
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Thank you Bjorn.
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Too late is one of the saddest phrases. Well done, and in less than 100 words, too. 🙂
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Thanks Gah 🙂
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We need lots of tears to make it right. I really enjoyed this. Nicely done.
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Thanks Amy.
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I echo everyone. Lovely, sad poem.
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Thanks Dale.
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Struggling with the piece. Metaphor or literal? Personal grief or hoping to end a drought?
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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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Well done, Ansumani. Sometimes crying doesn’t come right away. We’re numb at first. —- Suzanne
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Thanks Suzanne.
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Beautiful!
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Maybe not that late, my dear 🙂
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