Fleeting Rain


The droplets are slow

Betwixt eachother's finality falling

A slow rain fleeting

Like the thoughts exchange

Ode for another formulation

And thus a rehearsal on the page

To what extent

Must we drive the procession

Of the world of the paradoxical 

And to what avail

Trails an intelligent inkling so

Muses could shroud limitless

But let us only undo the selfsame disdain

As we shy away from pain

And veil creation's changing vanities


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Januarian's picture

Quite a descriptive

Quite a descriptive evocation.  I can easily imagine a Chorus, as in the Greek tragedies, chanting this lovely poem.


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Pungus's picture

That's fun

Very fun. Thank you. I look forward to reading your poems.