What I've Been Watching: The Catch-All Film Thread
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March 23rd, 2007, 16:35
dug this poem up but couldn't find the more recent one ~2004.
this one was written in feb of 02. while the book/movie has played muse to much of my writing, this poem makes nearly direct reference to it.
Some days the rain slicks more than the streets.
With drenched hair, and dripping wet socks, I
struggle to find warmth. Howling wind and its
passenger waterbeads find my cloaked face. Now
I know you won't remember this, but that just
makes it all the more real for me. It was so
long ago, but I still remember those woods, the
cold, and the warmth I found in your wet eyes,
the ones that looked like you were running from
something, or someone. Just like me. Anyway
that's where the water goes when it rains. Down
throught the gratings, into the creeks, filling up
the well in my heart where the water sloshes over
the brim, slicking the streets, and drawing
reflections back to you—this is why I never hate
the rain—I cherish it.
liberty or license
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