Gene Orr

Rookie - 0 Points (9th of January,1977 / Perth, Western Australia)

Precipitation - Poem by Gene Orr

I sit here all weary and tired
What has come of me today
Nothing left I feel uninspired
These empty words I say

It's as if I am a drop in the ocean
Swirling around a vortex
Rubbing the drops of all those seen
The feelings are complex

Traveling up to the heavens
I begin to make my descent
Falling down now rapidly
I see the earths intent

A slushy mixture of soft earth and water
I set and become all hard
The influence we have on our lives
Can sometimes slow and retard

Once again I see all of my friends
They fall and make me wet
We run away down the path
That hasn't already set

To be once more
At oceans door
I feel somewhat relieved
That all this time
We went along
To see what I had dreamed

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 23, 2014


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