Rain 'pon The Windowsill Poem by David Whalen

Rain 'pon The Windowsill



The rain pon the windowsill
The pounding of my heart
The sound that looms round
the empty room
And rends my soul apart

The pillow next, not damp like mine
unslept on lo these many years
yet stained a bit with drops of wine
Spilled along with bitter tears
That beleaguer me and always will
Like the rain upon
...The window sill…

Monday, June 12, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: rain
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David Whalen

David Whalen

Covington Kentucky
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