As we drove
in pouring rain
a metaphor
found me.
The excitement
rushed through me
as the idea of the birth
of another poem lit my
wiped out morning mind.
"Something about how
raindrops fall and
open up when they
hit the window wall;
just like them," I thought,
"we need to open up
when we fall apart."
But it was 6:30 A.M.
and my mind slipped
into a quick nap and hence,
this poem instead
I trap.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
As we drove
in pouring rain
a metaphor
found me.
The excitement
rushed through me
as the idea of the birth
of another poem lit my
wiped out morning mind.
"Something about how
raindrops fall and
open up when they
hit the window wall;
just like them," I thought,
"we need to open up
when we fall apart."
But it was 6:30 A.M.
and my mind slipped
into a quick nap and hence,
this poem instead
I trap.
May.08.2014
