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

Roof-edges,

Streets,

Sidewalks,

...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.

 

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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.
M.

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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.
M.


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