Walking naked in the rain,
scooping the rain
with a white washed umbrella,
I stumble upon heart halves
split jaggedly
for a jugular mile.
The two jagged point
converging toward the direction
of the lady
with whirling white locks
of curly dampen frizzy hair
whose heart
had fallen apart at the suture.
She simply stood there
motionless like a dead body
leaning against a petite flower
as she was being processed slowly
in this retarded rain
as the water overwhelmed her
and consummated the body
to feed it back to the wilderness.
A moment of silence,
a moment of peace,
a moment of weakness,
as I pay homage
to Lady Anonymous.
She may have died
of a simple broken heart
but her spirit shall flow
in suspended animation
like a drop of oil
in a glass of water
in my mind.
Author notes
Please be honest. This is my first in a very long while
Please tell me what you think
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The last couple of lines add the touch that brings this one a piece of delicate art.
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Well, it's about time you cast your brilliance out for us to enjoy, again! BRAVO! Your poem is SO YOU and very clever and poetic. 
I LOVE YOUR poor lady who dies in the rain poem.
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OMG SIgh~ Oh How I have missed your words..... You are brilliant...I hope you know that!
...Another amazing write, my friend...Bookmarking this one....
TY for making me think and be thrilled again
Lynda
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This is a very intriguing write you have here! It really makes you think. You have put wonderful imagery into this poem, and it flows nicely. The lines, "I stumble upon heart halves
split jaggedly
for a jugular mile." really caught my attention. I don't think you could've ended it better as well. Keep on writing.
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Great...good luck...
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