October Rain

Another of those poems that grow from something seen and heard while doing something totally unrelated.





October Rain - 03 Oct 09

Autumn, October rain
Washing the leaves
From the branches
Casting mottled shadows
From the reflection
Of the streetlamp
On the road.
In the night-dark time
A rumbling wind
Almost drowns out the patter
Of the rain on my window





The weather cannot make up it's mind what it wants to do...just after this was written the sky cleared and a [just past] full moon shone out.

Talking To Myself

Sitting and listening to something in myself, I realised that a poem was being birthed.





Talking To Myself - 01 Oct 09

Whispers in the gloom
Of an early October afternoon
Listening to myself
Talking to myself
Again

Wondering why I don't
Get any answers
To the simplest
Questions
I ask

Only when I realise
That I am not listening
To my questions
That I discover the answer
I'm lost

In the gloom
Of an early October afternoon
I feel my way around
And I hear the whispers
Echo back





I usually do listen to myself but this was inspired by things seen on Twitter where there seemed to be no real connection or interaction between the messages.