Night

I saw tell tale rain
return to its original state,
to its undeveloped origin
where reasons do not apply.

How flawless night of one and one
flattened wet bowing grass
with solemn promises
of nothing more.

Daring the voice of despair
I disengage and fall
into the dark of I.
I am here.





Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2009-08-14 at 00:26

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
This is most beautiful, thank you

Elle x
2009-08-14


Brian Oarr
This is a spectacular poem, Bob. The surrealistic actually blends to the logical ... either that or I'm actually beginning to understand your thinking, but that thought freightens me, lol. I love the concept of the rain rutruning to it's original state ... that's brilliant.

Brian
2009-08-14