Listening To: The rain
One of my poems that I'd like to share:
Beetlejuice
Is he awareof the warmth on his back,The dewymoisture of the grass?P’raps so,p’raps not…Does itreally matter?
Somethingup there’s glistening,Bigger,brighter and blacker than his back.It’s movingquickly, flashing back and forth.Its shadowflitting from place to place, Like thealter-ego of a police searchlight During aprison break.Castingmomentary darkness wherever it lands.
Maybe hecan perceive the light and darkness.And yet hecrawls onwards regardless, Headed whoknows where.In a splitsecond light and dark
