LIfe as poetry
Never thought of clouds like bruises before, but the way you have described clouds and rain here is amazing!
I think of college girls I knew a long time ago, "socialites", crying through the makeup, not wanting anyone to know they were hurt, vulnerable, human. THis poem brings back so much, a very sensory memory of being in an elevator with a beautiful blond in formal and emeralds, whose tears seemed to shame more than pain her.
Wonderful descriptive images in this. In addition to the clouds like bruises, I like "scud angry" , "rent atmospher" and "teardrops" of rain. The shift to focus on the faces is interesting too. Excellent.
wonderful poetry, Willow! Bruised clouds is such an unusual turn of phrase, a powerful turn.
Wow, what beautiful imagery. I really like this poem!