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Summer Rain
Contributed by
merry
on
Tuesday, 14th June 2005 @ 02:35:19 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Dampness seeps into every pore and corner like summer sweat Windows stick in their casings and refuse to budge Fans whirl lazily in the breeze asking for electricity I put my sweater on and tuck my feet under me Having sought my favorite chair in a quiet corner Nobody else ever sits here, I wonder why It has good light for reading, an open window A comfortable worn out chair you can put your feet on And a table for a cup of tea or books It seems a perfect eden to me Where I can daydream endlessly Or at least until Im disturbed by some necessity Rain taps at the window as if to taunt and tease Come outside and play with me Youre not made of sugar and spice Youll not melt from my gentle kiss upon your cheek Still I refrain from such soggy games Preferring to sip my tea and write poetry Comforted by the words and meanings Familiar pen scratching its song on paper It flows like a black river from line to line Never mind the spelling now as I scratch out a word The phone rings and I pretend for a moment its you Then smiling I answer.. Its a telemarketer, of course it was never going to be you
Copyright ©
merry
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2005-06-14 14:35:19] (Date/Time posted on
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