Rain (That Never Comes) Poem by Eric Cockrell
Rain (That Never Comes)
revolution,
sexual desire,
holy anger,
the sparrow carved
from a dead tree.
tongue burnt,
the fist and the open hand...
touching the sky
with fingers in the dirt.
kissing, brown leaves,
smoke, an open window.
death, and hunger,
the glass broken,
trembling hands....
raw need, lips bleeding,
hearts wrapped in wheels.
thunder, the taste of lightning,
and rain that never comes!
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4/25/2024 4:50:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Interesting words to ponder. Nice write i like the complexity of this one.