Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Sounds of Sorrow



By Rose Ross

Clouds are boxing
Winds are howling

My heart pounds
listening to the thunder
of crashing waves

Voices sharply sting
my wounded brain

Reaching for my hand
his fingers intertwine with mine
He apologizes for the rain

The storm testifies to
what I already know

Promises we once made
we can no longer keep

We sit in silence waiting ...
he for a new beginning
I for an ending

Writer Rose Ross lives in Old Chatham, New York.

1 comment:

Renee Geel said...

What an incredibly beautiful poem. I respect and respond to poetry that embraces form while resisting superfluous sentiment. Its strength is in the discipline of rhythm and the work of making every word count and eschewing the ramble-rant. This, for me, evokes the strongest emotional and intellectual response. So nice.