Poem: Solid rain of cold

chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
From ghostly colors I became pouring solid rain gray & white
Supple grace from that of timeless snowflakes I am not
But rather I became coarse & frozen all sliding downward
Sometimes hanging in thin air are my memories along with my intuition from tomorrow
I am not spring showers nor am I summer’s sunbelt
I come from autumn’s front door of pre chilled birth
Frozen arctic sleep bears my signature
I am written
I am written alongside aurora borealis
But I fall across empty trees that only hold frozen dreams
I am so tired & incompliant
I am cold oh so cold
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    that is old.
    sept 8, 2008
    and from page 100

    funny how i don't never remember very much about anything i ever written, let alone have it memorized. yet i am still able to write new material without much repeated material coming up and never retitling something with the same title as something else. frigin what the?
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • rollingsrollings Posts: 7,124
    chadwick wrote:
    I am written alongside aurora borealis

    oh please....this line is so cliche'
  • hedonisthedonist Posts: 24,524
    I repeat myself sometimes; maybe it's borne of not having (yet) fully released certain thoughts or words.

    The upside: At the time of repeating, it seems new to me :P
  • shivers me timbers
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