i am the rain.

that falls on the green. Inspired by working as a agency waiter at the very posh Goodwood Races, in the south of England.

 

I am my Father's son,
In more ways than one.

 

I am a nameless number,
a faceless waiter,
a contract cleaner...

I am the rain.

 

I am the rain
That falls on the green,
And into the background,
And out of this scene.
I am the boy,
You saw in a blink,
With your dress and a drink...

I am the mud and the mire, miss,

But you are the wind and the fire.

 

I am hundred men.
I am an army.
I am my Father's son,
And all those before me.

Reviews

[Raef C. Boylan]

I like how the centre stanza reveals to us the connection between your narrator and the titled statement 'I am the rain' - it's a cleverly phrased comparison.
Lots of pleasing refrains in this piece. I felt it's a concept you could have explored lots more - but then, maybe you have, in your other poetry. Up to me to find out, right?

Thanks for your review and for sharing your work. Nice to meet another UK writer.

[Molly D]

If I think too hard about it, I get confused (such is the danger of reading someone else's poetry), but it doesn't even matter because I love this so much.

[Scott H.]

"I am the rain
That falls on the green,
And into the background,
And out of this scene.
I am the boy,
You saw in a blink,
With your dress and a drink..."

this particular stanza says so much. very enjoyable read.

[run vs remember]

That's really great...I guess the best part is that it makes so much sense, despite being shrouded in so much poetic mystery.

[Laura E. Aranda]

Thank you for stopping by to read my poem...this one was great from starting the title to the finishing line....I enjoyed the easy flow and can't wait to read others by you! Cheers,lea