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framlingemI want to write a thousand poems about rain.
about cold on my cheekbones,
about the sandal startledamp
of a puddle the next day,
about the isolation of a house,
about holding my arms to the clouds and slowly turning
around an axis I've found again,
about that day I hid with a boy under an unwise umbrella
while thunder shook our bones,
a poem about the rain being good camouflage for
the moments I can't breathe for tears.
I want to write a thousand poems about rain,
but rain washes the words away.
about cold on my cheekbones,
about the sandal startledamp
of a puddle the next day,
about the isolation of a house,
about holding my arms to the clouds and slowly turning
around an axis I've found again,
about that day I hid with a boy under an unwise umbrella
while thunder shook our bones,
a poem about the rain being good camouflage for
the moments I can't breathe for tears.
I want to write a thousand poems about rain,
but rain washes the words away.
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Date: 2007-09-29 04:44 pm (UTC)Have you ever read Pablo Neruda? You hit certain things with a power that he has.
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Date: 2007-09-30 07:35 pm (UTC)Pablo Neruda, along with Emily Dickinson and William Carlos Williams, is one of my Top Three Favourite Poets Ever, so that means a lot to me. I've taken ages to reply to this comment because I can't stop grinning over it.
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Date: 2007-09-29 07:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-30 07:33 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it. ♥ Thank you.