Rain on me rain

[Sister Greed]

An inch of cigar

Burns stingily

In the glass fish bowl

Ash face after face

Scries my crying story

Two tea bags

Bobbing like eyes

Drowning, pleading

My cup of tea

I wasn’t born to be afraid

Both feet flat

Rain on me rain.

[amenOra]

Nice... shorter lines delivered, but no rush to the tone. Sort of calming this morning. Some resolve here, right?

Sometimes rainy days can be so beautiful, solemn ... but of course!

Thanks for sharing... Fire and water, water overcoming fire.

[Sister Greed]

Thank you.

[Sister Greed]

I always love your reads of my poetry. Thank you.

[Johntee]

Is Ashe right? Ash. Ashen.
Read, savoured and riffed on.

Two tea-bags
standing strong,
picking up
when it goes wrong,
cold for calming
smoke strained eyes
tears claimed
as rain disguised
not drowning but waving
life's prizes goodbye.

[Bobby Del Boy]

No you were not Sister. Your writing keeps you and us very much alive and grounded.

[Sister Greed]

Thank you!

[AlexandratheLate]

This speaks to me Sister.

[Sister Greed]

That pleases me ATL!

[Johntee]

I've taken 3 tries at deconstructing/ reconstructing this piece
and as with your previous pieces am still left with alternative reads
Is the fish bowl a fish bowl with its abandoned cigar? (with scrieing it might be the gypsy's crystal ball
with the mists slowly clearing, telling a lonely future.) An enjoyable arc from sorrow to standing strong.

[Sister Greed]

Ah the fish bowl. A thing of vision. A vision trapped. Being bedridden, the glass ashtray, (like a corporate boardroom is sometimes called the fish bowl), tells a story only the way its contents move. Thank you for taking so much time to read my poem.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

As Johntee alludes above - this speaks to me of quiet strength. Facing "what is" and that last line almost even seems a welcoming dare to adversity, as in, you've done your best world and I'm still standing. Or else it's a cleansing of all that came before? Care to enlighten further Sister Greed ?

[Sister Greed]

I think that amenOra gets the tone, resolve, and what I hope is “quiet strength.” But that I’m left flat footed waiting to be cleansed, hmmmm...really references a life lived in fear. Mine.

[Johntee]

S.G. To hear you suggest you have lived a life in fear is chilling and lets me read the piece entirely differently. I guess this would be the root of your poetry and its’ striking use of simile and metaphor? There are cruelties in the world it is more comfortable to ignore than examine but our inattention doesn't make them any less present. I hope that the catharsis of writing is part of your healing.

[Parkinsonspoet]

I like the pace and feel of this and yes I get quiet strength but like John that you have had a life lived in fear is chilling I too hope there is healing here

[mooneyblack]

I'm late to this but see the hope and defiance of the 'I'm still standing, bring it on attitude' A deep and hopefully a cathartic write