Rain (Poem)

Image result for rain

There is nothing left

Except the rain


The flitting cross the main

A throughfare

So subtly here

Yet nearly there

This vertically fissile air

Broken by the waters

That had grown wings

A myria glimmering daughters

Too lofty for even kings

For none can catch

That which is stretching

Back to earth to latch

Forver reaching

For the next

Dew course

From sea to air

From source

To source

Call Me An Idiot Here


Or Here


Support This Here


Or With PayPal

Support the Journal

Make a donation via PayPal to help zazz things up.


Not Just Zazz…but Pizzazz

Too high class for regular Zazz? Help Pizzaz up TFJ!


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: