While looking far beyond misty gale
until convulsion of night quavers--
just remember, in spite drizzles
new morning salves torment:
I watch those gentle eyes roam
against a skeletal frame--
yet, lightness around you glows
more precious than dawn.
Cherishing you this way
soothes the vicious gush of hours;
and that raindrop upon a sallow face
trickles down onto a furrowed neck,
defying the tumor of pain its mortal ovation…
Although brave those eyes are, white cells
invade an exhausted gait like thinning hail.
I watch you smile heroicly at night’s downpour, Mama--
You are beautiful fragile as the raindrop.
11/20/2018
For Craig Cornish’s The Raindrop Contest
Be whatever can portray from me
maybe false or reality.
A youth for only that was i
heroicly percieved,saving a guy.
The newspapers,both local and national
a calm approach,not behaving rational.
This man must have been through an ill guide
pipe from exhaust and into his ride.
I opened his door,out bellowed smoke
poor chap eased out,seeming to choke
i can`t understand,he wasn`t to blame
anyone with decency,would do the same.
Paul beadnall for:
Sponsor Shani Fassbender
Contest Name Tell Me a Secret
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