Rainy Afternoon

Wet fingers tapping on my window
Restless clouds tumble across the sky
The wind freshens
A new scent fills the air

Melancholy pervades my being
I retreat into solitary hours
Spent in reflection
Lost in myself

Isolation hangs heavy
Restraints placed upon my movement
Darken my mood
Wash away my ambition

A rainy afternoon
Devoid of cheer
I sit in silence but for
Wet fingers tapping on my window

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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4 Responses to Rainy Afternoon

  1. I’m hearing you Oldmainer and in attempt to bring you a bit of caring I googled about suffering and found this: the Buddha said, “All I teach is suffering and the end of suffering.” It’s hard at times, or rather, it’s really our life journey to get to the 2nd part.


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