John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
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"...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school..."
"...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ..."
"...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one..."
"...open the access to your heart and write down what your voice is whispering..."
"... this longing inside me that never goes away, must be a poem...must be you ..."
"...the wind hums low with sweet exultation, sings its lullaby, while you sleep ..."
"...my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you..."
"...freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night..."
"...Mankind is not a race of noble savages - but primitive monsters hide inside us, elusive as Sasquatch..."
"...I committed a sin the day I refused you - I discovered metal inside me where my heart should be - forgive me, Love, for acting on principles..."
"...I don't just wish you rain, Beloved - I wish you the beauty of storms..."
"...don't you realize a flawless profile means nothing when a mere smile drives me to desperation? Don't you covet that power?.."
"...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ..."
"...the most beautiful things don't always make you happy - often they make you weep..."
"...wherever there is society, there is authority and the temptation to disobedience because our individual wills refuse to submit..."
"...you think so logically...like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically...like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth..."
"...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought..."
"...if you always move in certainty, your writing will be flat - creativity is a rugged terrain..."
"...being with you was so easy and natural - there was no strain - I never had to guard my words..."
"...how are you sacred to me? your lines are golden threads - your patter, my patten - I explore the liturgy of your words..."
"...you know I wanted a Madonna, not a whore - I made you sacred offering you my words..."
"...is worship too strong a word? yes, I worship you - to worship is to give worth to something – isn’t that what love is all about?..."
"...art is weaker than life - in the end I have a bag of letters to scrabble into order - rune tiles to cast my fate..."
"...all this time I've been worshiping you - when other men wanted to kiss you, I've been offering the praise of my lips..."
"...words are so strong and I am so timid - my soul ignores warnings and I end up covered with your paint ..."