Poem -
PISS POOR
Only rain
Can nail it, don't you find?
She said this to me
On a piss poor night, with the
strangest of smiles that seemed,
strangely...alright...
Only thundering rain on a black
oily night
Can hammer it down, thrash it
out with such might
Reduce it to clours not known to
the light
Wash it away, far away, out of
sight
Only rain...
Can do this... don't you find?
She said this to me on a piss
poor night, with a venemous
smile
That was strangely...just right...
M P 20/11/22
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She said it all and you either had a Dancette tape recorder with ya while she said it or one o them new-fangled & more discreet audio devices because you seem to have captured the very essence of the moment dear friend :) x
Well...it wasn't hard...she kinda walks with me...if you know what I mean...a constant presence x
I do know x
I kinda guessed you did lol...oh to switch the brain off for half hour eh? 😊 X
Weather can influence mood – and that is a pretty powerful thing. BUT what is far more powerful is when WEATHER and MOOD match perfectly and MERGE. And especially so when both mood and weather are dark together. This poem is wickedly good x
Ah...you have understood completely the 'darkness' i was trying to infer Tina...thankyou lovely lady xx
What can I say? Your poem is perfect x