Sydney Friend Poet Free verse

Salute To the Rain

I would like to start out
		In an innocent sort of way,
		Pointing out an instance
		Of a time far away.
		It is not tangible
		Nor blunt to be seen.
		It can not be snagged on a 
		Timeline.
		Nor condensed, except inside a 
			Dream.
		It is brightly beautiful 
	A testimony, how to be.
		Burning, ever so slightly
		In an ever burning kettle you see.
		Taut at its points
		Grows tighter-Oh how it bends! 
			This dream, a fantastic nightmare, 
	Will it ever end?
		Festival of the curious, festival of the damned 
	Broken at limbs, torn at our joints
		How then will it mend?

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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton January 24, 2018 at 2:50 AM hmmm intriguing. Festival of the Curious, kind of reminds me of Hermann Hesse's "Steppenwolf". Dark...

Lewis Raynes January 23, 2018 at 11:32 AM Hi SF, just read ur blog so thought to visit ur page, and wow, I like ur style. This is such a journey of a poem. Nice.

Craig Cornish January 23, 2018 at 10:17 AM Love your expressiveness---young minds work more freely---I started writing in grade school and I'm 70 today--WOW--hon, check line 15 (did you mean taut) Sydney Friend January 23, 2018 at 11:50 AM Probably, meant to go back to this one and never did- haha.