Maricela Mexicana
The drops fall from the roof...
They fall like I fell for your heart-shaped face.
The porch light is like some melancholy moon...
Maricela Mexicana,
I listen to the breeze in the night.
As the stars disappear behind moody clouds,
The moon disappears as you disappeared...
Maricela Mexicana
The drops fall as I remember your kiss...
And I listen
To the breeze
In the night.
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I am not a writer or a critical reader; I am a woman who read this poem and could see myself at midnight looking through the open door of my cabin, just after a seldom-occurring Arizona rain. I see droplets falling from the roof onto my porch; there are thousands of stars in the pitch-black sky and the moon is being shy, but I can still feel it shining. I now realize that the time I most feel the missing and longing is after it rains.
ReplyDeleteThis has always been one of my favorites from among my own poems. I'm glad to know that I am not the only one who loves "Maricela." Thanks, Pouty. ;-)
ReplyDeleteMelancholy indeed. This is my favorite:
ReplyDelete"The porch light is like some melancholy moon"