Tuesday, October 21, 2008


The chilling spray
that falls today
from skies as gray
as thoughts that prey
on my naked mind

will inundate
and saturate
the soggy fate
to which I’m resigned

and though wetter
this fluid fetter
feels much better
with each letter
I’ve wimpily whined.


Shirley said...

Now you've brought to mind the old song "It's raining in my heart" :(

Art and Poetry said...

neat! I get a falling feeling reading this.

ozymandiaz said...

sounds like some rainy day blues

rch said...

haha this is an old one which I have now finished hopefully with less of a dour note ;)