Narrative Poetry: Rainy Day13
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I love it when it rains. The fresh air reminiscent of an ocean
I’ve never gotten to visit.
But today the mist smells of fish.
A stagnant pond in moldy grass,
rancid river streaming across asphalt,
faint wet dog… without any canines present.
Must be my rain soaked faux fur jacket; I guess
faux fur is similar to the quality of dog coats.
A soft scent of roses lingers on my hand and I remember
our time at that winery in Augusta. Delicate petals filled the air with
their sweet fragrance at the entrance. The fire cracked and popped as
we cuddled and gulped our glasses of liquor…
everything from bitter Pinot Grigio, to peachy chardonnays,
and your favorite, black currant Cabernet.
The strong earthy aroma enveloped us
and it felt like home.
It was misty that day too.
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It's crazy how our senses are altered so much when memories become tainted. Sights, smells, and sounds become sour as we are haunted by our past. This was well-written. I voted this up and beautiful. :)
Absolutely gorgeous. And I loved the way you ended it ...and it was misty that day too. Now that was a stroke of genius my friend.
Well it was! lol Rain always changes the mood for me and not always in a bad way ;)
Thank you for the votes :)
jhamann Level 6 Commenter 3 months ago
I love the rain and I find that it excites all my senses into action like this poem has. Thank you. Jamie