dreamt it was raining
hands over his eyes
palms upon his cheekbones,
slips away, left hanging
infront of him, hands cupped.
still looking up.
eyes stay open as rain
falls in, rolls down
his neck, riding those nerves
most conscious of the cold.
blinks.
time is halved. every thought
seems so well thought through
but melancholy.
a hand, a wet hand, white
and blue from cold on his shoulder.
drops his cupped hands,
turns around and falls into
an embrace..
an embrace in the rain,
the grey cold.
he stood still for so long,
his friend with him,
still unnamed.
(still dreaming
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TF said,
January 15, 2011 at 3:14 pm
Seeing a new poem on here always makes me happy, Will.
“eyes stay open as rain
falls in, rolls down
his neck, riding those nerves”
is great.
Also, I feel kind of privileged when I read a poem in an RSS reader then click through to your site and it’s gone. Mirrored inspired me in a not-easy-to-explain way.
wordhome said,
January 15, 2011 at 10:43 pm
haha. rad.
yeah, i decided i wanted to submit mirrored so i took it off. glad you saw it.
if you hadn’t noticed, this one is a follow on from ‘dreamt i was falling’, there are others which i’ll get round to eventually.
thanks tristan