Raining... Poem by Almedia Knight-Oliver

Morn, midday, midnight…
Pouring off rooftops,
down windowpanes,
down my face, pouring
hardship to absorb

Morn, midday, midnight
complete, but I'm disengaged
from my whole
day follows rain and the
advent of sun, and solitude
finds its place in dry rest

Baring loneliness and
longing for my sun and the
injured sky rains blood without
coloring my big star red, these increase
energy in my bedlam! Yet, I'm not too
absent-minded to intuit the omen:
trees deprived of life, and
as dead as winter's debris, yet
outside, life-force continues its path

Seems, I'm losing the power of love
and illness chainsawing and limbing and
leaving stumps and no phantom pain...
just the real thing!
Such impotent optimism is cause to erect
images of varied verse that I boldy penned:
Erotic Flamingo,
A Tale of Two Sisters,
The title of my loving partner,
Marveling the power of love
against the power of death
relishing beautiful morning
thousand points of light
twinkling in sky
Cow jumping over moon, and
dish running away with spoon.
Yet puzzling gloom and doom, still.

Raining…
pouring rain dissolves
not the love that burns in my heart!
O' love is heart's conquest, but you
O' death, I must surrender my body.
Save for spirit among spirits.


By Almedia Knight-Oliver, March 7,