Poems of a Young Man: “RAINDROPS/LOOKING UP”

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Cleansing droplets

of crystal rain

shower down

on the house in which I lie-

lazy

pen in hand.

Mellow music in me

I am mysteriously warm for no good reason.

I am silent,

alone

in a newly familiar place,

looking up.

Stretching my kinked, aching back,

I breathe

deeply

the humid autumn air,

clearing the thick fog of

this clogged cognition.

 

And, again for no good reason:

I somehow feel

 

it’s all going to turn out okay.

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© KPKeelan
(12-20- 79)
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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About KPKeelan

Fool, Philosopher, Lover & Dreamer, Benign TROUBLEMAKER, King and Jester of KPKworld, an online portal to visual and linguistic mystery, befuddlement and delight.
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