Friday, May 25, 2007


it rained the day you died

did you know?

teardrops on the glass
raindrops on our faces

i wanted to push your bed into the garden

cool refreshing gentle fall on your hot hot parched skin
sweet rain in your dry dry mouth

and then the sky cleared
and the sun set


Blogger Gary said...

Your poetry is heartbreaking. So articulate. I know that you are a stranger but what you have gone through has really moved and influenced me. Odd huh?

3:21 AM  
Blogger Ex-Shammickite said...

Not odd at all, cos I feel the same way.

1:20 PM  
Blogger Pod said...

and :0)

8:22 AM  
Blogger call me betty said...

O, so real

and O, so familiar

11:55 PM  

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