Poetry of boredom (or from boredom)

Morrigoon · 09-20-2005, 02:30 PM

Rain

My friend hath returned
Pit pat by my window pane
I've longed to see you
___

You woo me with your gentle voice
Your touch, at once soft, and yet a beating
You arrive, my spirits rejoice
Long I've waited for this meeting

Come closer, I see you from afar
Yet when you come, I am retreating
Blanket, fireplace, house, is where I are
But I'll enjoy you from my seating

Your thunderous friends, mine shall not be
When we meet, I flee your greeting
Not exposed, though shade, or car, or tree
For if t'were colder, you'd be sleeting

09-20-2005, 02:30 PM	#1
Morrigoon I throw stones at houses Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Location: Location Posts: 9,534	Poetry of boredom (or from boredom) Rain My friend hath returned Pit pat by my window pane I've longed to see you ___ You woo me with your gentle voice Your touch, at once soft, and yet a beating You arrive, my spirits rejoice Long I've waited for this meeting Come closer, I see you from afar Yet when you come, I am retreating Blanket, fireplace, house, is where I are But I'll enjoy you from my seating Your thunderous friends, mine shall not be When we meet, I flee your greeting Not exposed, though shade, or car, or tree For if t'were colder, you'd be sleeting __________________ http://bash.org/?top "It is useless for sheep to pass a resolution in favor of vegetarianism while wolves remain of a different opinion." -- William Randolph Inge
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