Rainy days.

Rainy days.

A Poem by herohappenings

Hours drip down
 my window
like raindrops,
 trickle slowly
and blur my 
vision of the 
 cold and wet
day outside.

I wonder what
 it would be like 
if every drop were 
a second,
or a minute,
and to taste such time
as it folds on my tongue,

like a snowflake
which melts away 
in the warmth of
my age. I want to taste
each second 
as it dissolves
into my tastebuds.

And even if my face
turns cold and red
from the cold-season frost,

And even of my mouth 
turns blue from drinking 
snow and tasting rain,

I'll know that
 in the morning 
the sun will come
along again, 

and the dew on
my lips will taste
as fresh as
a mothers
first kiss
to her newborn child.

© 2013 herohappenings

Author's Note

I tend to space the words of my poems out to match how they sound in my head. Do you think that the layout for this poem is easy to read?

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Added on June 11, 2013
Last Updated on June 11, 2013




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