Morn, midday, midnight… <br />Pouring off rooftops, <br />down windowpanes, <br />down my face, pouring <br />hardship to absorb <br /> <br />Morn, midday, midnight <br />complete, but I'm disengaged <br />from my whole <br />day follows rain and the <br />advent of sun, and solitude <br />finds its place in dry rest <br /> <br />Baring loneliness and <br />longing for my sun and the <br />injured sky rains blood without <br />coloring my big star red, these increase <br />energy in my bedlam! Yet, I'm not too <br />absent-minded to intuit the omen: <br />trees deprived of life, and <br />as dead as winter's debris, yet <br />outside, life-force continues its path <br /> <br />Seems, I'm losing the power of love <br />and illness chainsawing and limbing and <br />leaving stumps and no phantom pain... <br />just the real thing! <br />Such impotent optimism is cause to erect <br />images of varied verse that I boldy penned: <br /> Erotic Flamingo, <br /> A Tale of Two Sisters, <br /> The title of my loving partner, <br /> Marveling the power of love <br /> against the power of death <br /> relishing beautiful morning <br /> thousand points of light <br /> twinkling in sky <br /> Cow jumping over moon, and <br /> dish running away with spoon. <br /> Yet puzzling gloom and doom, still. <br /> <br />Raining… <br />pouring rain dissolves <br />not the love that burns in my heart! <br />O' love is heart's conquest, but you <br />O' death, I must surrender my body. <br />Save for spirit among spirits. <br /> <br /> <br /> By Almedia Knight-Oliver, March 7,<br /><br />Almedia Knight Oliver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/raining-15/
