Outside Rainfall

Outside Rainfall

A Poem by K.C. Zbryk

The Outsider peers through

Gently falling rain

The silver needle streaks

Caught in the streetlights halo

 

Silence is separated by the

Or perhaps enhanced by the ambient

Falling rain

The constant static sound

That somehow maintains an unobtrusive

Presence in the evening

 

And the Outsider, he enjoys the rain

He doesn’t mind the chill

 

Because here, the rain

Is a better companion

Than the company inside the walls

 

Here there is a chill

But inside there is a cold indifference

The eyes seem to be dimmed

Lacking the spark

The evidence of life

 

And so he goes about his task

Beside these individuals

Never worrying about blending or becoming

One of them

He just has his task

And the rest is simply time

Backlit by his cigarette

Or what looks like one anyway

05/09/2013

0055 am


© 2013 K.C. Zbryk



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Wow! This is like the individual searching for his identity. Step one has been completed because he's disconnected from others / social perception. He's now connecting with nature -- almost meditating to the sound of rain -- to find himself. Exquisite poetry.

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This piece is very impactful. I see it as a mental evaluation of an introvert that enjoys the silent companionship of rain and thought over that of a friend.

Posted 2 Years Ago


K. of the C.....WHEW! Dude...this rocks. It is me, also. Always knew you were a voyeur...lol. How are you?
Hard to rate such close reflection? I tries, tho...v.v
masqued^^

Posted 4 Years Ago


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K.C. Zbryk

4 Years Ago

oh just a voyeur by profession not by pastime.. But thank you for the kind review! I'm doing just fi.. read more
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4 Years Ago

Itz good to hear...now if u could just cease changing ur username, this ole broad would appreciate i.. read more
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Wow! This is like the individual searching for his identity. Step one has been completed because he's disconnected from others / social perception. He's now connecting with nature -- almost meditating to the sound of rain -- to find himself. Exquisite poetry.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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that one with the lights, and buildings too!, CO



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Hi I'm Kiefer. Not the actor, or any other strange kiefer titled product, I'm just an amateur writer working on some stories and spitting out the occasional poem. Everything that is posted here is.. more..

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