PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

the rain once had a virtually vibrant voice

and I heard it so very clearly

she spoke to me of challenge, chance and choice

and I listened 'oh so ' queerly

just what are you offering me I queried

in the aftermath of her storm's gracious glow

a place in which to climb out of or more simply

seeds of spring sent to sew

is this a prime example of your extreme yet unexpected

love

that breathes a richness and literal life into my mad

morning's blood

and bathes my over burdened soul like a sponge of truth

beneath vanity's faucet flood

I know not the middle letter of the alphabet off the top

of my slightly sleepy head

but I could easily enough this information come to learn

I do not know why but I chose to write often in blue yet

never red

but the newness of these 'Dawning Thoughts' still seems

to blossom and burn

maybe I could fall back into my uncreative habits of old

and if I'm lucky enough at this constructed quandary

cop myself yet another turn

soon before in the grave I am left to lie perfectly cold

with no further invested concern forgive me for what

I have yet done..............

( written Oct 28,1992 am)