A short, light-hearted, easy to read, non-ambitious poem, written 5 years ago.


Drumming on the window pane,
Shaking off the soaking drops,
He can feel the beat again.
God, let this rain never stop!

Running lightly over spring,
Safe from being watertight,
Fingertips are tracing stream
Speeding now from his inside.

He is the drummer,
He shapes the beat.
His rhythmics' heart
When stifled, bleeds...

Poetry by olga
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Written on 2009-07-24 at 10:37

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ngaio Beck
Interesting and inventive.

well written and love the light hearted pitter patter of the beat with the rain drops in the back ground and the impressions painted in the scenes created. Thanks for sharing :)


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