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Summary

"Dancing With Rain" is a poem reflecting on a past relationship, symbolizing change and the necessity of moving on from a place devoid of hope.

Abstract

The poem "Dancing With Rain" by Christina M. Ward delves into the emotional landscape of a person leaving behind a once-cherished home, now tainted with the remnants of a failed relationship. It speaks to the transformation of a shared space into one of solitude and decay, with physical objects like a dresser and a bottle of pills serving as poignant reminders of what was lost. The poem conveys a sense of rebirth and liberation as the narrator resolves to leave and find new beginnings, embracing the metaphorical dance with rain as a cleansing and renewing force.

Opinions

  • The poem suggests that staying in a place filled with lies and betrayal leads to emotional death.
  • Personal items, once intimate and cherished, become sources of pain when associated with a partner's infidelity.
  • The act of leaving is likened to a seed breaking free from the ground, implying that growth and healing require moving on from toxic environments.
  • The poem reflects a personal journey of self-cleansing and the pursuit of a hopeful future, away from the symbolic filth of a broken relationship.
  • The author uses nature imagery, such as wind and rain, to symbolize freedom and the washing away of past sorrows.

POETRY

Dancing With Rain

a poem

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The dust is still here

the cobwebs, new filth where laughter used to be our unspoken vow

And like a seed born for the wind — I must leave it all behind.

There are new stains. Rotten potatoes, gnats. It’s all very symbolic, really.

Things die where lies are sown.

There, the dresser that used to hide my intimates, my nightgowns, the scarf my grandmother once wore,

now topped with your jar of change and the bottle of pills with some other woman’s name

And I, a seed, cannot be cleansed if I cling to places with no hope for rain.

Tonight, I sleep in your bed alone one last time and before you return home

I’ll be gone. I’ll be on the wind. I’ll be dancing with rain.

This poem is written in response to POMprompt #18: I don’t belong here.

Christina M. Ward 2020 Thank you for reading.

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