Nov 15, 2005 18:19
“Writing poetry about the rain is trite
(and today I’m feeling clichéd)”
11/15/05
I took a walk in the rain today
Melancholy Plath weather
And I, I’m protected
By a black plastic bell jar
Rain pelted and I composed
Some scrambled thoughts together
When you make me think
You make me want to write
Verses like virgin islands
Whole phrases dancing down
Scarring cement under an
Orange black velvet cloud
Sense disintegrates
Like the shattered mirror surface
Of a pond I passed in my dreamlike state
Musing