Falling leaves herald the coming of the storm.
The scent of rain brings a crisp freshness to the busy afternoon air.
I look up and I see you standing at your window.
Do you see me?
Will you even recognize me now?
Has it been too long since we last danced in the rain?
©Brindology 2015
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chaos reigns in my heart.
tossing and turning, my mind swims, my thoughts in disarray.
chaos keeps my words at bay, away from my silenced voice.
everyone knows we kissed.
why does your heart stay still?
chaos runs amok within me.
i cannot hear my heartbeat amidst this noise.
this scares me.
i don’t know what to do.
perhaps you don’t love me
the way I love you.
i understand now.
©Brindology 2016
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This is my night tree,
The tree that stands alone in the dark,
Never moving,
Never leaving,
Always seeing
The things that move in the dark.
This is my night tree,
The tree that has no leaves,
Only scars that line its face,
Always still,
Always silent
Not making a sound in the dark.
©Brindology 2016
Original image by Brinda Naidu
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The sky is blacker than the darkest hour.
Nothing is moving outside.
I sit in this deep silence and think of you.
Your face is etched deep into the shadows of my mind.
Every memory of your voice sings softly to me as I sit still,
not moving,
barely breathing.
Should I survive this night?
Should I go to sleep and wake up to a better morning,
even though you are not here beside me anymore?
It rained all day.
The roads are wet.
The cats sit huddled in the corner,
not moving,
barely surviving.
©Brindology 2016
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You’re gone.
You’re not coming back.
Your shoes lie empty on the doorstep,
Unworn from now on.
The rain fell that night.
I didn’t sleep because I waited up for you.
Nobody told me you had left.
I sat at the table the next morning,
Stirring my coffee till it got cold.
The ground was still wet.
I waited some more.
I waited till I could wait no longer.
My feet pressed into the soft mud, leaving footprints that I hoped you’d fill.
I walked till I could walk no further.
Betrayal is but another word for the absence of life.
©Brindology & Joanne Garnell 2016
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Come on over here and take your shoes off.
Let the grass tickle your feet gently.
Is it stinging your soul?
Breathe in deeply and smell the joy in the flowers
as they lift their faces to the rains and dance oh so daintily!
You can dance daintily too.
Go on. Do it.
No one is watching.
Taste the water that’s
Falling from the sky.
Does it taste familiar to you?
Is it salty?
Think back to the time when you first tasted it.
Free your senses.
Let them caress you.
Let them envelope you.
But stop just awhile…
Do you hear that noise?
Or is it just you breathing?
©Brindology 2004
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You probably know what I’m going to say.
You probably know what needs to be said.
Can you hear the words I hold in my heart?
Would it hurt you to know that I could forget you one day?
I’ve closed the window,
the rain is beating hard against the glass.
The howling wind is locked out,
the pelting rain is far away from me.
But
I
hear
the
raindrops
long after the sun has come up.
©Brindology 2016
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