Valentine from Mark Sargent

 

the bon mots of rain drops colliding

 

by Mark Sargent

 

 Drip pith and bounce

 

a ballet of blips

 

melding of the fall

 

the many into one

 

before cloud

 

before sky before

 

the great sorrow

 

that started it all.

 

 

 

Liquid we move

 

where gravity says

 

and blurp

 

as we merge

 

 

 

beh-loop beh-loop

 

plosions of water

 

dropping into water,

 

swallowed to mass,

 

fluid smithereens caroming

 

off the soft walls of our lives.

 

 

 

Then the plug is pulled,

 

they eddy, fail

 

and vanish, a humorless

 

fricative complaint.

 

 

 

The very everyday pain of loss

 

that stretches to the end

 

is waterproof,

 

adheres like skin,

 

for water is not

 

the only element.

 

 

 

14 February 2016

 

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