Thomas Bates

Rookie - 23 Points (11/20/1973)

Rain Must Come Down - Poem by Thomas Bates

The rain must come down, flooding
swelling in gutters
marking time
seconds and minutes counted
in a multitude of droplets.

images of a vast and moisture-less wilderness
sand- swept impressions-
dry sighs
of moments in a camera lens
the drop-off of struggling death.

a banjo player leans back
two wooden legs lift from the floor, titled wooden
of a humid saloon.
by drink, the half-sleeping
gulp down, into submission, into dehydration.

some afternoons, I
could almost feel the clouds
my face; Crayon hues,
stars nearly
scraping the sky.

and after all, I do love to be loved.

Topic(s) of this poem: rain

Poet's Notes about The Poem

this is basically three moments of images thrown together. It has no real meaning, it's just a painting with words. Still, when I look at it now, it makes a lot of sense to me. It's an impression. hope you liked it. :)

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 13, 2014

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