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Tuesdays-[not with Morrie]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was Tuesday last night........

I accidentely heard the weather forecast,

rain and strong winds for late evening;

You wouldn't have known that I like the rain

[did you really know anything at all about me?]

not the obvious things like my name or my taste in clothes;

you hated the way I dressed-I saw the disapproval

in your raven like black eyes;

but please don't get me wrong

-I like black eyes, and I even like ravens-

But you always reminded me that a raven is a vulture

fast darting eyes

 [pinning] is what it is known as in the avian community.

Ariosto would know..........

 

It was Tuesday last night.........

the rain came, and the wind howled

as if the Universe was shouting;

or was it just knocking at my door?

just pelting my windows?

 

and for a few minutes I stopped liking the rain

it was scary;

it was just after ten o'clock

and I shivered under my down comforter

until I got up and looked out the window;

and then I remembered...

 

It was Tuesday last night.......

it was Tuesday three weeks ago

someone asked me then if I had opened the window

to let your soul out of the room;

I couldn't...

it was sleeting and it was cold,

and how can one release a non existing soul?

 

I opened the window last night

to let my soul re-enter;

just in case you took a part of it with you

for I have yet to forget-yet to forgive;

and maybe I never can,

but I believe my soul is whole again

-the rain and the wind released it-

I felt different today in the light of the bright morning sun;

and I know I 'll like the rain again,

-it's fury spoke to me to reclaim my whole-

and I did by the open window;

feeling the rain on my face-the wind no longer felt cold;

 

It was Tuesday last night,

and it was Tuesday three weeks ago;

and a raven will always be just a bird to me again.

 

 

 

 

 

Author notes

a few might know what this is about. They will also know that this is far from my usual writing genre....to others this might just be some jumbled words , and I guess they are.Just thoughts running through my mind brought on by recent circumstances and events.
The "opening window" relates to an old belief that if someone dies , one should open the window to release their soul.......

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  • Pari Ali
    March 14, 2008
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    written with a lot of feeling, I like the way it ended very much.


    • cherche -d -ame gold member
      March 15, 2008
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      thank YOU and yes....the ending is the truth. I am strong enough to put a lot behind me somehow...and to be able to go back to the ME that I need to be...where a raven is merely a bird. That poem is one of those that I just sort of wrote without much editing etc....it just was the keys of computer that transmitted my feelings and thoughts,
      much love
      xoxoxo
      reenie


  • Pete Greenslade gold member
    March 14, 2008

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    very powerful write here reenie,,, maybe superstition maybe spiritual,, but very enjoyable, thanks for sharing this lament hugs xxx peter


    • cherche -d -ame gold member
      March 15, 2008

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      Peter, thank you. Of course this consists of a bit of old fashioned superstition....but somehow also some what I believe to be truth came across [the re-capturing of one's soul when one feels someone else tried to trample it,
      thank you so much for your friendship as well
      xoxoxoxo
      reenie


  • JohnnyD gold member
    March 5, 2008

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    yes, that is true of the soul of one who has died, however to receive one's soul back in one must simply open their heart, as that is the soul's magnet and one cannot sustain life without the other.

    (I understand the context of this write. )

    peace be to your soul and all those involved, deceased or not.



    len


    • cherche -d -ame gold member
      March 6, 2008
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      thanks Len . I do know what you are trying to say, at the same time though I believe these are sort of just words that go around in my head [you know re what and whom] for I believe that I am always holding on to my soul so tightly as to that no one can ever steal it [not even a part of it} I share it....but never GIVE it away. As you say " one can not sustain life without the other] the heart and the soul......
      zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
      reenie

  • Liquid memories
    March 5, 2008
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    yes I have heard that and few other tales of the departed person. sadden write of missing friendship, a special tuesday night.
    when the person dies, they cease to exist for us, their future rests with God. as the Scriptures says; his spirit goes out, and he cease to exist, he is dead. and the dead ones await a future resurrection of the just and unjust. enjoyable to read.

    ayez le jour magnifique mon ami. toujours un plaisir
    recevoir des nouvelles de vous. tout le meilleur à vous
    le mai votre jour être bénit.
    votre ami,
    Jules

  • allie529
    March 5, 2008

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    being irish, my family performs the window opening ceremony at all deaths. i found it very interesting that you used the same idea of letting a soul depart by opening a window as letting a soul back IN through a window. not just a jumbled bunch of words- it flows exactly how a racing mind would. thumbs up!

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