June 19, 2009

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  • Rain

    June 19, 2009


    I.

     

    Through the fog

    I see figures moving

    But I feel if I proceed

    I will only get

    engulfed in the vapor.

     

    I feel the cold

    Gradually turning

    Hot enough to burn

    Then it eats me.

     

    II.

     

    Lost little boy

    In a wasteland

    Without his mother.

     

    III.

     

    I wouldn’t fear the rainstorms

    If you were here to dance with me

    In the lightning strobe light to thunder’s song.

     

    IV.

     

    If a bolt struck

    The tall trees

    I would be

    Crushed beneath.

     

    V.

     

    Lost young man

    Dancing in the fog

    Without a partner.

     

    Safe from the rainstorm

    Away from the trees

    In the calm

    Between hot and cold.

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    trocka7 commented on June 19, 2009

    06-20-2009

    I love everything about this, thanks for sharing it!

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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