Monthly Archives: August 2018

NIGHTFALL, THE LOVERS’ DANCE TAKE TWO


NIGHTFALL, THE LOVERS’ DANCE 2
I recall the night when a hot summer rain came
And settled in with a breeze bringing coolness to the room
Where two lovers met and when they left never were the same
In an old cheap apartment in downtown Sarasota
Where they danced to a scratchy record
It was missing the label but played
On an old player, he’d found in the trash
While drinking from cans of stale beer
Rescued from a refrigerator that barely cooled
But without cares, they drank in a dim light
Coming from the only bulb left working in a corner table lamp
And somewhere in the world, a wall was being torn down
Somewhere a child was being born
Somewhere someone was dying all alone
As they danced
They could hear water dripping from pipes in the wall
Falling to the concrete foundation two floors below
Somehow the couple had found each other
Names were not needed that night and in a simple embrace
Shared the last cigarette in a crushed pack left tossed to the floor
While singing a song neither knew, but sang anyway.

© 2018 Poet in the Rain: Gordon Kuhn

THE VISITOR


The Visitor

She came in the still dark of night
Silent, gentle, and turned off the tabled light
Leaving the apartment in a soft and low-level glow
From the moon creeping in thru a blanketed cloud
Peering thru grime swathed window panes allowed
Casting shadows dancing on paint thirsty aged walls
That overtime had seen good and bad life calls
Soaking up the laughter, anger, and the tears
And she slipped in and out of her clothes there
Lit a cigarette and offered it up to share
It glowed and lit her face as she took a strong draw
Her beauty was in that room and was all that I saw
While the moonlight swaddled us all around
Outdoors the rain began to pound the ground
We sat locked in stillness and listened to the rain
Where in the naked quiet that surrounded us, we shared our pain
And, in truth, I never knew her name.

Rain Drops


RAINDROPS

Bumble Bee sized drops
Falling with thunder sized hits
Striking the broad leaves of green bent
Beneath the sudden strikes from the sky sent
Forcing them to bow before the growing deluge
Lightning striking a short distance away
The laughter of the rain as it slips and falls to the ground
And I stand there listening and smelling the scent of a summer rain
As it comes in the heat and washes away the dirty stain
That darkens the pavement and the sidewalks left earlier in the day
By life passing by.

Copyright 2018 Gordon Kuhn