Leon Enriquez Poet Quatrain

Broken

Pain in the rain,
Cold shivers merge;
Pain speaks most plain,
Cold feelings surge.


Here on cold fringe,
Mud and dirt stains;
Tremble and cringe;
Pain spreads most plain.


Harsh world flames cold,
Mud on prime steak;
Wet slime now holds,
Do you feel weak?


Jazz puts the blame,
Broken and torn;
Loss feels the same,
Wet rain now borne.


Rain stops for sun,
Dry fertile kind;
Glimpse floral fun,
Surreal true finds.


On broken edge,
Warms a dry page;
On a new ledge,
Start a grand stage.


Broken greets light,
Sure as warm will;
Set in new flight,
Stretch humble feel.




Leon Enriquez
23 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT

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