Drops of rainwater

 

Do you want to go on a symbolic journey through the wet landscapes of memory, using rain as a metaphor?

Illuminating the emotional vulnerability, and the inner battles that can suddenly emerge between embracing or escaping the past?

And exploring deep themes linked to both healing and harm?

That sometimes memory, like the weather, can be so changeable and deeply felt?

Where rain (memory) can be beautiful and cleansing, or cold and overwhelming?

And finally, how we are sometimes drawn to remember sad things we should perhaps forget.

That joy can become pain.

Guttis aquae pluviae (L)

"Drops of rainwater"

(A lone voice whispers)

Are your translucent memories like the softest of rain drops, when they suddenly fall

As they quietly like children call

Reminding you of someone or somewhere so special 

On another level

For sometimes, do you just want to relax and get soaking wet, remembering the good times

Birthdays 

Weddings

Growing up

Getting in the club

 

When they appear on your internal television set and won't stop 

But every so often, 

Do you also want to find somewhere precious to shelter to help you forget

All those bad memories of trauma, tainted with neglect 

By the visitation of all bad intentions 

Mr Dishevele

Subtly introduced, by the so seductive and invisible, Devil

From another dimension 

(C) Copyright John Duffy

 

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