Tin Roof Raindrops

Tin roof raindrops,Words and sounds, fallingYour face,Dark cloud above and fog on the mirrorI reach, butI feel nothing.

This Storm

This storm Has raged for so long Beating down on the worn and weary roof Uprooting trees and power lines Leaving only ruin in its wake And you have held strong Throughout the deluge But to give in Is not always to give up Now I do believe It is time To pry the boards … Continue reading This Storm →

All the While the Storms

We sat in circles under the tin roof of the old man's cottage Playing games and laughing well after the setting of the sun The wooden tables and chairs creaked Under the weight of our merriment The candles flickered From our breath like wind from a torn balloon There was not a head in the … Continue reading All the While the Storms →

Restart (A Belated Response to the “Freedom of Expression” Tag)

I have always loved the rain The way the droplets continue steadily One after another In what must seem an endless free-fall A lifetime of motion Complete with friends and cohorts Allies and enemies Tumbling just the same Down until they can fall no longer Until they reach their violent fate If only for a … Continue reading Restart (A Belated Response to the “Freedom of Expression” Tag) →