I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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18 April 2008

Each Time He Leaves

(April Challenge 17: Write a poem in the third person.)

Each time he leaves again
she can't help but notice
weeks of heavy rain set in.

She wonders if he knows
he sets the sky to weeping
every time he goes.

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