Oct 30
pit...
pat..
So goes the Rain's silent ballad.
Each pit a pat,
a heavy pat on your sweet head.
Pittering pats of despair and dread
pointing toward tragedy dead ahead...
pit...
pat...
Each pat on your soft head
rips a pit into my stomach.
I gaze up... and then down.
...How many more can you stomach?
pit...
pat...
One too many... your lifeless body...
... with the Poet above I plead...
pit...
pat...
The ballad wets the pavement,
the scarlet a testament
of the poetic intent:
our lament.
pit...
pat...
...pit.
pat..
So goes the Rain's silent ballad.
Each pit a pat,
a heavy pat on your sweet head.
Pittering pats of despair and dread
pointing toward tragedy dead ahead...
pit...
pat...
Each pat on your soft head
rips a pit into my stomach.
I gaze up... and then down.
...How many more can you stomach?
pit...
pat...
One too many... your lifeless body...
... with the Poet above I plead...
pit...
pat...
The ballad wets the pavement,
the scarlet a testament
of the poetic intent:
our lament.
pit...
pat...
...pit.
A ballad for the person I cherish the most. Some of the symbolism:
Rain: the dark and cold world. It almost feels like we live in a tragic poem written by it.
Raindrops: tragic events; the Poet's verses
triple dots: emotion; lack of words
Onomatopoeia: the raindrops cause pits inside of us, yet also pat us on the head in our melancholy
Rain: the dark and cold world. It almost feels like we live in a tragic poem written by it.
Raindrops: tragic events; the Poet's verses
triple dots: emotion; lack of words
Onomatopoeia: the raindrops cause pits inside of us, yet also pat us on the head in our melancholy
