A cascading string of pearls;
condensed water plunging from the sky.
Waterfalling books off my open shelf;
a strained relationship’s last try.
A bereaved family-tree’s autumn leaves;
and the water bearer’s broken pot.
Shattering belief after asking to trust again;
on the doorstep, a last forget-me-not.
Tumbling entreaties at Death’s arrival,
counting blessings for barter with Him.
Pulling all stops for survival, and then,
screaming you-and-me in a silent hymn.
Was this meant to sadden the reader?
The connect between the rain, the bookshelf and the strained relationship…
I’ll need help!
Yes. It’s about a marriage falling apart.
Bookshelf: joint possession
Strained relationship: self explanatory.
I love the images you created. But if it’s a marriage falling apart, then why Death?
Because that’s the end of a relationship. Ending = Death.