rain washed, guzzled
a luminous evening
as night slowly
mellowed to a new dawn;
she gazed on clouds
to douse, satiate
mid days blistering
memories
the city was alive
with noises of life,
she watched a bud
playing in the breeze;
she set out on the
wet road, afresh,
rain washed street, and
light breeze
played with her shiny
hair
The poem is beautiful, seeming to record a rain-led recovery. I'm trying to understand the "No" or "No-No" of the title. Perhaps there is a "no" to the harm/memories that leads to a "yes" to moving on?
ReplyDeleteLife should be 'yes' and not a 'no' :D Beautiful poem :-)
ReplyDeleteA lovely feeling of optimism.
ReplyDeleteThe waters of feeling drew her out ....
ReplyDeleteLife is always flowing whether we say yes or no....a lovely write Sreeja!
ReplyDeleteA big Yes to life here.
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