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Within the Churning Sea – Poem

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Among the churning sea a lone boat rocks in the powerful waves,
Helpless but free, it’s destined to sink for it’s small, fragile and old,
With many cracks, and a single larger tear through the hull.

Inside sat a lone traveler with a bottle of rum and water up to his ankles
His coat drenched, his hood up, and his head down in defeat and shame,
The overwhelming chills made him tremble, yet his forehead was hot,

Within he felt a profound empty void, where everything resides.
He looked inside it to find the Three: Despair, Anger and Fear,
They were strong, and he was weak; he succumbed to their power.

His heart was black like the dark sky of the night,
His fear was like the powerful roar of the sky,
His psyche was unsteady like the rocking boat,
Was there no hope?

Thank for reading. So what do you think: is there no hope for the traveler? Is there something, anything, he could do to find a glimmer of hope, or is he forever lost? I’d like to hear what you think so leave a comment below.
Patrick Rain

The Waterfall Whisper – Poem

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The waterfall whisper like a glimmer of a revelation,
The light so shallow, fleeting but true,
It’s a view into the past, present – the future too,
A dark hollow of answers, where everything resides,

The mind made passive and still.
The eyes closed, body motionless, and the heart silenced,
Breathing slow and disconnected from the world,

The waterfall whisper like a glimmer of false hope,
An escape from everything – separate and cold,
Could it be a veneer of calmness, something amiss?
Things undone are waiting,

Thank you for reading. This piece is quite too-sided, so I’d like to hear your opinions. Is the waterfall a symbol of a positive state? Marvelous maybe? Or something completely different? Leave a comment below.

Cheers,
Patrick Rain

Dreaming at the Night – Poem

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I’m fixed to the sky,
I never touch the horizon,

Covered in light it seems I am,
Visible in the night sky,

Yet most of my brothers are hidden away,
I for one play in the foreground,

People watch – from time to time,
The light – wishing,

This is just a short piece written from the perspective of an inanimate object. Recently, some of you might have noticed that I haven’t been posting as often. That’s because I’m working on my novel. I’m currently editing the final draft, but once I’m done, I’ll resume my regular schedule.

Thanks for reading.
Patrick Rain.

Leading the Sky | Poem

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It was one of those days,
Where the sky is soundlessly lead,
It looms over you – smiling overhead,

A gaze of heavens with a tinge of fortune,
That’s the recipe for luck,
Swinging wide by good chance struck,

It was one of those days,
Where you don’t chase the sky,
For it follows in your footsteps,

Thanks for reading,
Patrick Rain

Bird can be Spies too

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So this is not exactly a part 2, but a follow-up to my previous post, A Sudden Visitor. The bluebird is never at his nest. Makes you wonder what kind of a parent he is, huh? He should be a spy instead. He seems to be an expert at not only concealing his presence but vanishing into thin air.
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A Sudden Visitor

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So today I woke up to find a visitor at my door. Right next to the doorsteps of my home there is a light. Apparently, a bird liked the spot for his nest. Must be warmth from the light that’s so appealing, huh? Anyhow, I have yet to stumble upon the critter, but I did get a chance to take a picture of the eggs.
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