January, 10, 2013
Well, a very cold and rainy day. I like it when I don't need to get out in it. Not writing much poetry but I am making a little progress on The daily Write. Here's a poem a wrote late last year that I'm somewhat proud of.
Snake Water
I love the
rain when I can sit
and watch it
slither down
the gutters
like a watery snake.
glistens like
a stream when the sun hits
it just
right.
And maybe,
just maybe, it's wishful
thinking on
the snakes part. Wanting
to become H2O,
becoming something
more than just a
snake.
For what
reason? I don't know. Perhaps,
it's the lack
of respect we legged thingys
give to creatures
that appear so dark and
evil, that
crawl the whole life long upon
their bellies...
makes them wish to be
something different
than what they truly are.
Better to be
rain, I suppose. A gentle,
Fall rain, I
suppose. A quiet rain that
doesn't hiss
or spit when I try to pet it.
—rrw
1o-24-12
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