Chasing Raindrops & Searching (Poems)

Chasing Raindrops

She touches her finger to the glass,
Follows the drop of waters path,
As it slides its way down the pane,
Repeats this act, over and over again.

She pays no attention to what she does,
Deep in thought, remembering all she was,
Before time had started to take its toll,
When she was young and beautiful.

For hours she sits and relives the past,
Chasing the raindrops down the glass,
The steady beat of the rain outside,
Keeps her captured in thought, hypnotized.

She thinks for her there is no more,
Then the woman she once was before,
Unable to see past her outward shell,
And realize she is more beautiful now.

She touches her finger to the glass,
Retracing her steps, stuck in the past.
Chasing the raindrops down the pane,
Reliving her life over and over again.





Searching

There's a feeling as yet undefined,
It is the kind that unsettles minds.
Makes you pause dead in your tracks,
To consider your life and what it lacks.

Searching for something we've all lost,
An integral, important part of us.
The missing piece to life's puzzle,
The feelings real, albeit subtle.

So we search, we search incessantly,
We seek to find it desperately,
The one thing that will make us whole,
That will fix our hearts, free our soul.

Thanks,
blend57

Hey that was very nice.

a reply to: blend57

She touches her finger to the glass,
Follows the drop of waters path,
As it slides its way down the pane,
Repeats this act, over and over again.

THIS reminds me so much of a woman I know. She is funny, sensitive, can be loving at times, can become volatile in a second and...
she happens to be autistic.
I often wonder what she is thinking when she is staring at her reflection for, what seems to be, hours.
Perhaps, this is it...

She pays no attention to what she does,
Deep in thought, remembering all she was,
Before time had started to take its toll,
When she was young and beautiful.

Thank you!
Beautiful.

Both wonderful! but searching? that is me!

Loved these!

a reply to: blend57

Thank you for all your help, you taught me more than most

there was a time when i knew it all,
but then all of a sudden i had a great fall,
the fall im talking of, came at inception
before this time, i was in perfection,
it is from birth i have been conditioned to forget,
is it only in death that i will escape this net?

There is something about raindrops and love . . .that go together.

I have pictured us . . .in rainy weather.

In a loft, high above the trees and ground, with wind and rain the only sounds . . .until . .