Copyright 2011 Gordon Kuhn

Poet in the Rain

April 2, 2012



The moments passed in three-quarter time.

The family drifted slowly in and stood in a line.

The ticking of the clock became the design,

For the watchers to follow as pools formed a hollow,

And eyes sank in liquid seeking release from the torment.

While death lay so close we were prone to stay.

Just seconds surrounded that which seemed so far away

Seconds that led to a following day

Your eyes sank and became pools of hollow

And then in a flash your life ended on the morrow.

Your life ended but left behind an empty sorrow.




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All rights reserved by Gordon Kuhn, Poet in the Rain.

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Morning slips in on me,

As I sit here in the dark.

The dogs are sleeping.

My wife lies dreaming.

And I’m alone here in the dark.

Just a crazy old me!

Sitting alone in the dark.

Wondering about wonders,

Some I’ve seen.

Some I never will.

But I still feel the thrill

Of the wind and rain upon my face

And cold wet running down my neck

Along with a thousand memories swarming

As the light breaks to the east.

Another day!

It’s all fine by me.

The night and the day passing

By me as they circle the world,

Running to catch the other

In a game of keep up,

While somewhere a piano plays

Softly, slowly, keys lightly, lovingly pressed.

And the light breaks to the east.

The dogs shift and curl up tighter in their sleep.

My wife shifts and smiles in her dreams.

And I’m sitting here alone in the dark.