Inside out

Some poems and reflections on life


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Rain

1.

Droplets suspended
Aqueous curtains veil the hills
Billow in the wind.

2.

Distant rumble stirs
Discomfort waits in the air
The onslaught is close.

3.

Now run to escape
From doorway to locked safety
Limit exposure.

4.

Bullets hit the ground
Bouncing back up on impact
Dust resists entry.


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Yesterday’s

Does the rain
ever wash away the pain
never let it come again

The empty void
that will never be retained

The place
that will never be to the same

The time
that will never be replayed

The rain can never
wash away the pain
but let it come again.

© David Earle, 2009.