When I woke this morning
I was told it rained.
I looked out.
The skies were grey...
I sat in bed sipping
scorching hot coffee
and wished
it was a Sunday.
Such glorious days
should be spent
holding your face
to the breeze,
talking to the sounds of silences
interrupted by
rumbles of thunder.
Along with those grey clouds
my mind wandered
off to the poem
'The Solitary Reaper'
and then back again
to the city I grew to love
of rains and driving through them,
of getting drenched
and messed up with melted ice-creams.
It was a beautiful day.
Someone thought of me too
I realized
as my eyes blur
each time I read
happy
sad
mad
glad
all those things
a friend would feel
when far away...
another continent
another country
another city
just by the sea.
Another view.
Myriads of expectations
lingering and gone
gone before they brush
gently against my soul
access denied to hearts I love
access denied to my own soul
I’d rather drown
in my mindless space
than be anywhere today
but life goes on..
and the show excels
rave reviews of a fine performance
of having survived
another day
in this lifetime.
Disappointments
just get laid aside
there are dreams
beyond my today...
sustenance
ss survival
borne out of a defiant nudge
to circumstances...
you win some you lose some
life never stops its lessons anyways
and thus we go
on and on
all over again
wiping out today’s slate
ready to write a new one...
A contest entry
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Comments
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Very Nice
So many thoughts brought together so well. Very good imagery, smooth flow and good emotion. My favorite are the last two...wiping out today's slate ready to write a new one......Thank you for sharing
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A very interesting write. I liked that it was just a trail of thoughts and memories. I liked the way you portrayed the imagery. I love rain and coffee, so good combo.
Thanks for entering and good luck. 
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I really enjoyed reading this....
"I sat in bed
sipping scorching coffee
and wished
it was a Sunday"
A wonderful mood you have set for your poem and the melancholic thoughts and memories, which takes the reader along with you, then life moving on beyond these things, to begin a new day.
The title is great too...as it is often on rainy days that we have more time to reverie on life.
An excellent poem, I love it.
All the best in the contest.
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