Late at night
Computer light
Music like tin kettles
In a rainstorm
The reflection
Of me on the inside
Of the windows
There is no rainstorm
Dust is sifting
Squeezing under
I'm dreaming
Of a rainstorm
Clouds floating over
My mind is full of them
Bring the smell of wet
Or a rainstorm.
(c) 2008
1 comment:
Hi Alayna,
I did not know you were a poet (though it makes sense that it's an extention of your art jewelry).
I also write poetry and prose, and I love to read other poets' work.
The line "Music like tin kettles
In a rainstorm" sums up what I heard on my little street in the early morning. Very nice poem!
Faye
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