Gry Christensen Poet Free verse

The Construction

My heart 
is my alphabet,
beating the letters out
through the pores of my skin.

I gather them
in my hands.

I mold the words.

And they pour down on the sheets,
like eager autumn rain.



© Gry W Christensen

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Funom Makama April 4, 2015 at 6:36 AM Visitation to this piece is worth commenting and rating so high! Its a lovely piece friend. Thanks for the share.

Jerry T Curtis October 6, 2014 at 6:07 PM Actually I think they fall like spring rain, rather fresh and clean. Gry well done Gry Christensen October 6, 2014 at 6:16 PM Hi Jerry, Thanks for your comment! I appreciate it. To me it's like autumn rain, here it rains more often than in spring. And it's fresh and clean too! :) Best, Gry