Arrows of Rain

On the wall of my empty room

I think I'll hang a picture of rain.


Hitting the ground,

And bouncing up to ankles,


The rain will be wetting my socks

And trousers from below;


My eyes will follow




...tick, tick, tick...

Checking everything on the picture,


Until catching a black brolly,

And the shiny enamel shoes,


Lightly treading the watery pavement,

And leaving ripples of footprints behind,


With endless arrows of rain thereon,

Bouncing up in sheer V-shape.


Then quietly I will be watching those arrowheads

Countlessly sticking into my heart,


For sometimes deadly pains

Awake love from deep sleep.



◄ The Poor Little Dove

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Michael Kwack

Sat 27th Jun 2020 17:28

Dawning? Then I must think of rising. Perhaps I turned in too late though. Thank you for alarming, Po.

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Michael Kwack

Sat 27th Jun 2020 15:52

Thank you indeed, Po, for the sympathetic comment---
an awakening to sort of poetic sleepiness I've been in lately.

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