~familiar rain~

WordWulf By WordWulf, 28th Jan 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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~there’s a lion loose tonight~father~mother~my sisters & brothers are sleeping~I have been waiting since midnight~knife in my hand~seven years old~I am afraid of the lion~that one of these nights you will not return~nor will the sun find morning~awaiting~anticipating with me~

~the end~

~this is the end~
~beautiful friend
~the end~
~this is the end~
~my only friend~
~the end~
~of our elab’rate plans~
~the end~
~of ev’rything that stands
~the end~
~no safety or surprise~
~the end~
~I'll never look into your eyes again~

~James Douglas Morrison~


~midnight 31 December~
~the final click~
~on the citizen time-clock~
~marking the year 2011~
~a young man in Colorado~
~stared into the internet tunnel~
~the only light in his room~
~watching & listening~
~to apocalyptic doomsday~
~wizards & witches~
~the electronic medium~
~he erased the badgering rhetoric~
~from his mind-space~
~posted the words of the poet~
~James Douglas Morrison~
~to his Face Book page~
~closed his eyes & went to sleep~

~fourteen hundred miles away~
~in a place named California~
~& unbeknownst to him~
~the young man’s father~
~practiced the precise steps~
~of the ritual~
~word for word~
~these poets share a~

~familiar rain~

~earth creatures~
~ghosts & men~
~stand down for this one~

~whose memories are shadows~
~wispy glimpses of that which~
~has not yet occurred~
~sacred guardian of the afterlife~
~ruler of the night~

~keeper of spirits transitioning~
~from one plane of existence~
~to another~

~brother owl watches children~
~brown in the sun~
~laughing & running through~
~pale lavender/deep violet~
~fields of alfalfa~
~a spool of string between them~
~trailing high into the sky~
~brother owl knows what children know~
~the bones of the kite where the string is tied~
~are not its beginning or end~
~nor is the spool spinning in their hands~
~they are creatures of moment~
~children~

~ecstatic & so caught up living~
~its delicious bits are all~
~that cannot end has not begun~

{continued}

~Tom {WordWulf} Sterner~
~Quodlibet~
~Letters from the Monastery~ 138
~1000 Days~

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Apocalypse, Art, Avantgarde Writing, California, Colorado, Doomsayer, Epic Poetry, Experiential, Facebook, Familiar Rain, Father, Internet, Jim Morrison, Love, Native American, Omens, Philosophy, Photography, Son, Tom Wordwulf Sterner, Wisdom

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I write novels, poetry, songs,nonsense & lies. Sometimes truth sneaks in when I ain't lookin'.

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author avatar ittech
29th Jan 2012 (#)

Great write, really enjoyed my read.

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author avatar Md Rezaul Karim
29th Jan 2012 (#)

brother owl watches children~
~brown in the sun~
~laughing & running through~
~pale lavender/deep violet~
~fields of alfalfa~
~a spool of string between them~
~trailing high into the sky~
~brother owl knows what children know~
~the bones of the kite where the string is tied~
~are not its beginning or end~
~nor is the spool spinning in their hands~


Brother!!

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author avatar Buzz
29th Jan 2012 (#)

Tom, nice to see you again. Very seldom we see you write these days but this one is as superb as your previous ones.

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author avatar 9jamachine
29th Jan 2012 (#)

Nice

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author avatar Sheila Newton
31st Jan 2012 (#)

Absolutely loved this and i rather like Md's response too.

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