Traffic passing in the rain
I sit and think, and traffic passes by...
‘til tires, lights and rain have all converged
this numbing of my brain, this wondering why
the drizzled, spinning wheels sound like a sigh.
Will these reigning thoughts be never purged?
I sit and think, and traffic passes by.
At first too bold, but afterward too shy,
hesitation’s hundred voices slowly urged
this numbing of my brain. This wondering why
the summer months without you were so dry,
and why I left you waiting, on the verge...
I sit. And think. And traffic passes by.
It rains and rains, and drowns your new goodbye--
‘til floods of freezing water have submerged
this numbing of my brain, this wondering why
my life has paused; the irony puddles high.
The lanes we travel now will never merge.
I sit and think, and traffic passes by
this numbing of my brain, this wondering: "Why?"
We were given the chance to choose between a few different poetic forms, with the warning that the villanelle is probably the hardest. So of course I chose to write a villanelle. This one needs some work, and one of these days I'll revise it, because I think it has some potential.
ReplyDeleteUnlike the other "lost love" poem, the girl referenced in this poem was not easy to get over. It was the most difficult breakup I've ever had, probably because it wasn't initiated by me and because just when I was realizing what she meant to me, she ended the relationship. I took it pretty hard, and was very hard on myself for doing all the wrong things. Of course, things work out the way they're supposed to, but at the time it was tough, and writing this poem was a form of catharsis. But it's still a work that's pretty rough around the edges.