"I woke to the rain
- as though the world were dirty
and needed to be washed of its sins
- as though i were dirty
and needed to be washed of mine
Foolishly thinking the covers could keep me safe
but what i need to hide from
was under the covers all along
And in that moment
- in that moment alone
i understood
what love was,
Only to lose it to the rain."
7 comments:
So what is love?
By the way, great poetry.
Just Beautiful. I don't know if it's the pauses and breaks, or your choice of words; but every poem ends up being great. I've missed you.
i love this poem.
i haven't been able to write much lately. i am jealous.
missed you too.
imemine - wish i rememembered...
chris - hey! thankyou, missed ya too
k - thanks :) missed you as well! i haven't been able to write much lately either...this just happened to be in my head when i woke up, or just after...
Hey Leila.
Exquisitely written, as usual!
I hope all is well and that the meaning of love, that elusive rascal, returns soon.
Take care out there!
Your Pal,
Zambo.
Very very nice.
I would love to jump back into bed and pull the sheets over my head...here are the two errant thoughts that susequently crept into my simple mind...
Rain, rain go away,
come again another day.
To sleep,
perchance to dream ay,
there's the rub
zambo - yeah me too :)
homo - goodness! your mind is anything BUT simple...i recognise the first but the second seems to evade me.
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