Rains of time
I am standing, arms wide open
Stretched upward to the skies.
The depth of truths I know
Is deeper than my own life's blood.
I no longer can control my own
Largess of thought.
Neither do I win the games of life.
Never does this import gather wealth,
Nor does it impose justice in my heart,
Unwiped, unbowed, not burdened,
I am exposed to the darksomeness
Underneath the rains of time.
Comments
I have always loved your poetry. I still do.
Out of curiosity, is it 'unwiped' you meant - or 'unwhipped'?
Posted by: Mara | November 20, 2009 2:55 PM
unwiped means knowing there is something uncleaned, it lingers still unwiped beneath the rains of time.
Posted by: Anonymous | November 20, 2009 10:05 PM
hi!!!
Posted by: snike | February 6, 2012 7:00 AM