Description: Look! I used spell check this time!! :] Anyway, I've always wanted to write a piece on rain, but I've enevr been able to write somehting that I didn't rip apart and throw away two seconds after I wrote it, until this. So here it is, my first half-decent piece on rain!!
Rain on Plastic Skin -------------------------------------------
Raindrops splat on cold concrete
Contorting their existence; washing away
Into a world as beknown to humanity
As the place of their birth
Plastic skin goes unaffected
By the raindrops; who are recreated into
Closet monsters to scare the kids;
Rarely do they greet the tenderness
Of soft welcoming skin
A pair of scarred gummy-bear eyes
Peak from under a heaving umbrella
That feels like home; into a house
With no roof, on a rainy day
“Keep your umbrella straight,
or else you could get wet!”
barks a stern Wah-Wah voice,
and a retreating hand enters the
warm comfort of a pocket, never
to know the feel of raindrops on plastic skin.
Hi there... this is the kind of poetry I love... poignant, and so everyday that it seems no one would to stop to think of it... some people may read this and not appreciate the depth of the message here.... "being out of touch with something so beautifully natural, even to the point of missing the joy of getting wet"... It was the title that caught me in the first instance.. and made me wonder.... there is the touch of genius here..... I am off now to read a few more.....
Oh what passions we could find if only we would lift a finger to feel it, lift a brow to catch it in motion, or lift a piece of mind to think upon it. The world is so screwed up,...but hasn't it always been? I just wish people would lift a finger to the simpler things in life.
I think that we harden ourselves to the reality of the outside world. Rain ruins our day, as it might hinder our speeding to work, school, wherever our buzy lives carry us.
Children have yet to be ininitated into the unloving, uncaring, buzy, selfish culture we live in today.
How long does it take to stop and enjoy the pitter patter on the roof, to dance in the joy of the moment...bittersweet.
this is pretty good. you really capture what its like to be a child. next to an adult your told everything you see isnt as it seems. and before you are aware and critical everything is false, plastic.
Submission Name: Rain on Plastic Skin
