Michael J. Falotico Poet Couplet

Tears From My Window

I stood alone by a wall that was grey...
I tried to remember a different day...
With my hands I sketched a window to maybe see...
I felt the cool breeze as the drawing flowed free...
But all I saw was a picture of pouring rain...
And only myself with a paper umbrella as my friend...
I stepped closer to blow a kiss and make for me a sun...
But then the sky melted and the scene made a run...
It washed down the wall and at my feet it wept...
So I crawled back to bed where in the dark I never slept...
As I dreamed awake the rain stopped with the window dry...
But still the floor was drenched from a wall that cried...

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Brenda Victoria Northeast April 23, 2012 at 8:25 PM Beautiful imagery Michael loved it, wonderful, Brenda : )

The Situation April 23, 2012 at 9:17 AM nice rhyming

Dinda Minardi April 23, 2012 at 8:56 AM Wow, Michael.. I love how you ended it! A very sad write, I can relate :(

Diana Mohammed April 23, 2012 at 5:42 AM Wow!! What an ending!! This write really touched me my friend...Just keep on writing and be strengthened in the Lord... Love Diana

Deborah Burch April 22, 2012 at 7:51 AM Your work, more and more, leaves me speechless...such depth...intricately woven! Well Done... :) big hugs,love deb Michael J. Falotico April 22, 2012 at 8:01 AM Thank you Hun!!! oxo

David Williams April 21, 2012 at 1:14 PM hey Michael the images here are just spot on my friend, cool words..have a great weekend..David

Wilma Neels April 21, 2012 at 8:41 AM I love the idea of a wall that cried.. so many ways to look at this one ;) hope you got the email I send earlier about the article.. love Wilma

Andrea Dietrich April 20, 2012 at 9:36 PM Excellent as always, Michael. Drenched with imagery!

Joann Grisetti April 20, 2012 at 6:39 PM I really like the image of the wall that cried. Is it crying for you, or your loss, or a fiend? Makes one think. Michael J. Falotico April 20, 2012 at 6:40 PM Thats the beauty of poetry. Your own conclusions or thoughts. Thanks Hun. xx

Shirley Long April 20, 2012 at 5:22 PM I enjoyed reading your nice poem today about the tears from your window. It was very captivating and imagitive.