Just Rain

Rain

Never the poet

Or pencil

 

The artiste engineer

Never welcome a page

Canvas or even string with marks of design

 

If you can

Be clever as the worm

Aware as

A smiling jackal

Puddled

 

Be the

Flowers dancing on the ends of green

 

Distance your mind

Like you would a disease

Never turning to hold

Or understand your purpose

 

Reach out toward simplicity

A desert grain

High on free

 

A wing

Swirling

Inches above

Like the heart 

 

Suffer

The deep arrow

Silent 

 

Echoing

In dialect of red

 

Just rain

Never the poet

 

A morning glory

Mutilated

Beautiful 

Crucified on the trells

A wolf 

Three sheets

Howling and hungry

In the language of sun

 

Reviews

[Brittany Zedalis]

I think this is my favorite of yours. Definitely.

[Perdition]

mine too...thanks l.

[Shae]

This poem took me on a little journey. Thank you for sharing.

[Perdition]

Hope it made or didn't make you late for anything...or did
~ Thanks!

[_nymphofthecross_]

This poem takes me down a path of encounters of such great synchronicity I cannot quite understand! Like the thoughts of a wandering ascetic...beautiful, wholesome. Gratitude to you!

[Perdition]

Deep gratitiude to you. as well
..What a path! I can feel it's symmetry~