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Prisms: The Rhythm Of The Rain

Updated on December 7, 2011


the rhythm of the rain makes me narcoleptic
the clouds favor my heart's dark complexion
the soil absorbs my soul's deep compassion
through the prism I observe light refraction
Broken things are less sentimental
Broken wings hardly catch the wind
I watch rain drops on my window
From my comfort with in curtains
Prisms shatter in pitter patters
Thirsty gutters gasp in delight
Mouths parched from drought
Concert in the street light
Rivers change directions
Who am I to disagree?
The prism in me
Will not always
Shine so bright
The rhythm
Of the rain
makes me



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      Innuentendre 6 years ago from Houston, Texas

      Thank you krissyp386!

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      krissyp386 6 years ago from San Diego, California

      Great poem, I love your metaphors