Misguided Rain

by Nouvelle Bardot

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The rain is falling-
upside down
falling up, from the muddy
grass, the dark pavement
under my feet
like a reflection gone
awry

Its falling up, but how
is that possible, to
fall upwards
to fall downwards-
tossed like a swirling
current in
a cruel and dimly lit
stage

What is it to
look at the moon
to stare at a face-
so bright, so happily
far off in a milky
distance

As the rain keeps falling-
up your body
into your skin
all in the wrong
direction.

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Average Reader Rating: 4.0 stars out of 5

  1. Misguided Rain

    THX 0477's Buddy Icon THX 0477

    Posted about 1 month ago

    Bizarre, sort of like a poem of a Salvador Dali painting. Nice to see you back!
    LoA

  2. Misguided Rain

    Mistress Elsha Hawk's Buddy Icon Mistress Elsha Hawk

    Posted about 1 month ago

    4.0 out of 5 stars

    hmm, happiness is far away, things are going the wrong direction… reflection gone awry, sounds like a metaphor for feeling lost in your person. Who are you? An image crisis.
    Maybe like art, I interpreted your poem my way. I see your creation as this expression of losing your Self.
    I appreciate this craft, this art of words you have made!
    LoA

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