Two wise oak trees
Standing on a hill
Withstanding all weather
Down pours the rain
Out comes the sun
Strong they stand together
Tag: Rain
-
There was a little snail waiting on a bridge
She waited all day and all night
She waited in the sun, the wind, and the rain
She didn’t want to give up the fight
She looked out to the water
She looked over to the land
She wondered what could have happened
She started to worry
In came some doubt
Perhaps she’ll be waiting forever
As strong as her heart was she wasn’t a fool
She knew there was a chance of change
She waited, she feared, she even prayed
In hope that time was just delayed
There was a little snail waiting on a bridge… -
There was a girl with bright blue eyes
Who lived behind thick glass
Watching the world from her window
Enjoying the moments that passed
The sun shone in and warmed her core
The rain would never reach her
Protected by this transparent sheet
She was such a gentle creature
Then one day along came a boy
He reached into the glass
He took one look and held her hand
They fell in love quite fast
But the boy lived in the outside world
Not behind this pane
So each day he would return home
Leaving the girl in pain
She would sob for hours clutching her heart
Behind the glass wall that protects her
It silenced both sides very well
So sadly no one could hear her
Each day he’d come step into the glass
Share a warm embrace
Each night he’d leave end with a kiss
Delicately placed on her face
Back through the glass the boy would go
Continue on with his life
Whilst each time he left her fear would grow
Her heart riddled with strife
They started to quarrel the girl and boy
Their moments no longer gentle
Until one day they just had enough
On parting they decided to settle
Sat in her window the girl looked on
Watching the world go by
Back to his life the boy did go
Never hearing her cry -
The painter sat watching the world go by
He watched the people and gazed at the sky
So relaxed he observed the busy little street
The children running with their little feet
The dogs pooing in the middle of the road
Embarrassed owners red faced and shroud
He sat and sat for days on end
He never painted
Not a penny did he spend
He brought his own coffee
And perched on the bench
Next to the cafe of a horrible wench
She threw her cigarettes into the street
Which were swept up by the dragging feet
The weather would change
But his routine would not
In the blistering storm
In an anarak he’d stop
Wipe the seat down and take a pew
Observe in slow motion, kind yet subdewed -
The rain patters on the window pane
While the dog snores at my feet
My head a little fuzzy from the gin
The whirlwind of yesterday behind me
Have I escaped alive and unscathed?
Do I live to see another day?
A lesson learnt, amendments were made
And in my heart I did the right thing
The rain patters on the window pane
The wind whirls at the trees
As I sit cosy with coffee in hand
I imagine going for a stroll
The wind on my cheeks
The birds in my ears
The mud squelching under my boots
The cold gloving my hands
The water guiding my path
The freedom to go wherever I choose
The rain patters on the window pane
I’ve already been for a walk
I’ll sit here for a moment taking life in
Grateful for this moment, serene within. -
Muddy landscape
Shades of brown
Rain tapping above me
Fire lit
Coffee held
Cozy Winter morning.
Sin Agua Poetry Blog 