Poems that visit in the rain

Poems that visit in the rain

By

Jude Kyrie

I remember that poem.
it was so very long ago
I think this misty rain 
brought its memory back.
I was walking 
in the olive greens of the park
then a beautiful poem
fell from the clouds.
The most beautiful poem

I search the park this night 
I call out his name softly
Poem Poem 
Come back to me.
Then my poem appears
still beautiful.
still with soft spoken words.
So tender this poem.
The poem asked me to take
It back to my fireside
Whispering its soft hypnotic rhymes.
Words I had not heard since forever.

Then from outside the window
I saw the poem making love to me.
So tender and beautiful.

When he had finished
reciting its love poem.
We lay by the firelight
drinking wine
and spoke
of commitment.
A house full of forevers.
And other untruths.