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(Poem Found In a Notebook Today
February 9, 2018...written in the Fall of 2016 as the darkest of Winter begins in Portland, Oregon.) street lights focus on your truck a truck you do not own but right now owns and surrounds you the rain blurs and difuses the truck, the light and you, inside but not the impossibility of it nor the electric current which courses into my heart I'm strapped in to it the pain of it too outlining me I wonder what are you thinking about looking out from your diminished view through steamy windows reading through the same books and thoughts again and again here the pain, the rain and thoughts of you come anew the pain that sears when my thoughts join in with yours and you you are right front/ center stage in full view God I have never seen such suffering there is no rememdy for me nor you no buffering of the frail truth in our youth we were taught how not to carry on but there you are and I do not know how you can go on one moment longer could the winds buffet you any stronger I pray til my hands ache there is no remission the rain the pain the sight of you insistent why is suffering so prolonged so long and not good that could be persistent how you know the rain how you know the rain. legal copyright for this poem/work and also for this writer Melissa A Howells and also for this legally copyrighted site title Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World entered 10:44am PST February 8 2018 thanks be to my partner/boyfriend who helped me and my brother weather through this storm... he is my rock. Vote for this poem |
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