Between the Raindrops

Her Face by Phil Burns

Her Face by Phil Burns

The saddest thing that you can do
Is to wait for her to go
Knowing she won’t say goodbye
She has not yet said hello

You know that she will disappear
Without a backward glance
She won’t listen to you begging
Because you don’t deserve the chance

You are aware that you’re not good enough
That she is someone special
You notice how men look at her
You can’t handle the pressure

Why would she want to be with you
When she can do much better
She can dance and sing a rainbow’s tune
If only you will let her

She can skip between the raindrops
Her laughter lights the sky
Every time you look at her
You ask the question why

The saddest thing that you can do
Is to watch your butterfly
Drifting off to pastures new
Without a last goodbye

About AnElephantCant

An artist/writer/poet combination whose blogs reflect an approach to life that celebrates nature and takes a tongue-in-cheek view of most issues. So you get rhymes and doodles, photographs and comment. Irreverent and irrelevant. Occasionally funny, sometimes serious, mostly pointless. https://anelephantcant.me/
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13 Responses to Between the Raindrops

  1. emmylgant says:

    Toujours magnifique
    Tu as une facon d’exprimer ta tristesse avec beaucoup de retenue et une dignite fataliste qui me brise le coeur.

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  2. Penny L Howe says:

    A beautiful poem! 🙂 xx

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  3. Willow says:

    I also love Phil’s artwork.

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  4. Willow says:

    Very moving, beautiful and sad. AnElephant has the ability to reach deep within.

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  5. colonialist says:

    This has great impact.
    Just a thought – I may be missing a point but does the ‘you’ have the power to let her dance?
    Could it go along the lines of, ‘for someone who can let her’ or ‘if only you could let her’?

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    • AnElephant thinks you are missing the point.
      The lover, especially when filled with concern, writes in allegory, in metaphor, in dream words.
      It can go along any lines you choose to write, these are only AnElephant’s.
      Although he fails to clearly see your distinction where ‘power’ is concerned.
      Very glad you liked it enough to give it so much thought and to comment.
      Much appreciated, thank you.

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      • colonialist says:

        I really do like it, which is why I am concerned about the one thing I cannot follow. Perhaps I have put it badly.
        ‘She can dance and sing a rainbow’s tune
        If only you will let her’
        Up to that point I don’t get the picture that the ‘you’ is in a position to let or not let her do anything?
        Anyway.

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  6. coyotero2112 says:

    What a great piece of poetry. I’d bet anelephantcant get between the raindrops here…probably good for when the streets turn into red mud rivers, but those raindrops will get everything, eventually. Thanks for a bit of inspiration before I go out shopping with the wife…trying to keep this in mind…trying…trying…
    Later….

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