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Rainy City of Paris

January 13, 2016
By sherrylanlan1211 BRONZE, Matthews, North Carolina
sherrylanlan1211 BRONZE, Matthews, North Carolina
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A gloomy rainy night,
    No one in the street.
Except a single woman,
    Standing light on her feet.

The bus line rinsed,
    The tired lights dim.
"Tap-tap" rain drops,
    Gentle but strike her weak.

Gazing at THAT bridal dress,
    Longing for months and finally comes next week.
But thunderstorm stumps in sudden,
    Crystals falling down her cheek.

Promise collapses to fantasy,
    Stolen and lost the sweet dream.
"Tap-tap" rain drops,
    Sharp needles stab till her heart bleeds.

Yesterday's gun shots still blasting,
    Thousands of nightmares never cease.
A loved couple once holding hands,
    But next minute her handsome leaves.

Heavy pouring rain,
    Washing away her heat.
"Tap-tap" rain drops,
    Quench the sparks of her dream.

Black and white now is she,
    Black for him and white for her sweet dream.
A lonely wedding in the rain,
    Wiggling lights plead to leave.

No roses and no blessing,
    Only silent peace for she and he.
"Tap-tap" rain drops,
    Tears of the priest.

"I will love you forever,"
    Heaviness is easily perceived.
She imagines the same words from her love,
    But the chilly breeze urge her to leave.

               Although still waiting,
               She slowly starts to release.
               “Tap-tap” rain drops,
               Bringing her freshness and nurturing her new belief.

               Looking for the rainbow,
               Coming with the dawn and lingering behind the trees.
               A new chapter of her life, and
               A bright future she will soon see.

               A cleansing rainy night,
               No one in the street.
               Except a single woman,
               Steadily paving forward on her feet.


The author's comments:

The “Rainy City of Paris” is an ekphrastic poem in a ballad form, which tightly relates to my purpose and audience: my audience are those who lost their loved ones in the Paris attack and my purpose is to show understanding of their suffering as well as encourage them not to give up hope in life. In the poem, I portray a woman’s transition from depression resulting from losing her fiancé to gaining hope for the future.


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