For those who worry about such things, let me make the following clear:
1. It's snowing here, not raining.
2. Christmas Eve actually hasn't arrived
3. I'm not expecting anyone to visit.
4. I am practicing my craft, not baring my soul.
On Christmas eve? Let gutters fill.
Let candles gutter. Heat of heart will,
Likewise, falter, ebbing at the sight
Of rain on empty streets. I had believed
That she, my gift, would come tonight,
Despite the weather. When she called,
She called the flood between us, “cursed
Thing.” I laughed. She is the duchess
Of my being, but, tonight, above her,
Rain will reign.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2010-12-24 at 12:16
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1. It's snowing here, not raining.
2. Christmas Eve actually hasn't arrived
3. I'm not expecting anyone to visit.
4. I am practicing my craft, not baring my soul.
Hopes Dampened
Let rain reign. What choice do I haveOn Christmas eve? Let gutters fill.
Let candles gutter. Heat of heart will,
Likewise, falter, ebbing at the sight
Of rain on empty streets. I had believed
That she, my gift, would come tonight,
Despite the weather. When she called,
She called the flood between us, “cursed
Thing.” I laughed. She is the duchess
Of my being, but, tonight, above her,
Rain will reign.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 20 times
Written on 2010-12-24 at 12:16
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