Two Poems: Let it Rain & Youth's Short Duration


Let it Rain

Death, comith,
thus, we must march on;
if barefoot so be it—
we are of the tribe
of three layers (humans),
hence,
a drop of water
continues to erode
our surface
to its bones
(there we will find):
barbarism,
immortality
and bread—.

We are the horde
(you know)
of materialism—.

This grand annoyance—
only the little ones
the shortest of us all—
are immune to the
tensions in the air—
(under the clouds).
Thus, we learn, man
From their tribes—thirst,
As melancholy fills our eyes!


Note: written 9-4-2006, #1458





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“Youth’s Short Duration”
(A Poetic Epigram)

In the spring of life one loses all innocence. It is but one season youth has before it fades; thus, the maturing summer: the season one must stop being an observer and experience, arrives. Then fall, innocence has no playmates, and sorrow is on the plate. It is youth’s short duration.

Note: The author feels this period hi is talking about, in his poem, “Youth’s Short Duration,” is but four years, between 12 to 16 years old, (take or give a year).