Michael Wride

Rookie (December,5th 1968 / Wells, Somerset, England, UK)

Release - Poem by Michael Wride

I was running
Through the country lanes I know so well
I looked up
The rain had stopped,
I was soaked to the skin

Then I lifted up my hands
Raised my eyes to the sky
And I felt it smile
As if it had tested my love for it

My eyes and ears ached
And my nose streamed
But I laughed
Because I didn't care
What the world would do to me
Because it doesn't matter


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I distinctly remember translating the feelings I had at the end of a rune in the rain into this poem. A release, a realisation - I had gained a little more understanding in a sudden moment.... some tension had gone.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 26, 2013



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