I awake to this sound outside my window. The so familiar sound of rhythmic flutters beating on the glass. I creep out in the night to feel this...touch of a rootless dream overcoming my skin.
I open my mouth to taste this...wine of a million years made with love on my tongue and I drink. I open my eyes to see this...beautiful puzzle of colors that sink deep into my head. I dance around and around in circles for joy and pleasure to know this...is my rain.
A contest entry
- I want all poems about RAIN by Atrus.
1000 points, ended September 21, 69 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Beautiful
As always your talent amazes me. The way you look at things, such a unique perspective on everything. Great work. I love the line "I open my mouth to taste this...wine of a million years made with love on my tongue and I drink." The phrase touch of a rootless dream...brilliant! I truly enjoyed it and hope you do well in the contest. You should enter more here.
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