Poem: Solid rain of cold

chadwick

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

chadwick

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?

rollings

chadwick wrote:

I am written alongside aurora borealis

oh please....this line is so cliche'

hedonist

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

vogonpoetbythelake

shivers me timbers