from the poetic reserve

velvet I site
velvet I site Posts: 192
edited July 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
randomly writing to a computer
the screen can not waver or slide in wind-swept glides across its table
so the paper has died
for pen and ink only signatures matter now
hanging around like droplets of rain on a cold pain of glass
biding, in potential, the droplets rest in energy
then kinesis enters through the gate of gravity
strolling without fear under its garnished archway
the lifeline drowns in a force of decent
and without warning
the words fall to earth like that rain which still hangs on the wet surface from its release earlier that day from Nature's poetic reserve
--25july2005, 11.43pm/est--
change begins with discontent.
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  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    the rain in spain falls lowly on the plain
    the plain once slain fall softy from the main
    the slain grow wheat, soaks soil, stained
    the wheat, its grain, feed the heathen and the plain
    the circle complete, shall we go around again?

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