Wax Poetry and Art Magazine Vol. 3, No. 4. Spring 2014. Edited by Kirk Ramdath. |
Second place - Poetry Contest #4 the rain by Philip Gordon At what point does rain-water become a puddle? When it has collected like a Sunday mass in the gravel congregation spaces, littered along the broken streets? When it is welled in the rusted gutter, waiting to slosh down the old, hanging pipes in a steady torrent, landing in the abandoned bucket underneath? Is it the first second it is free from the clouds, hurtling towards one of the ten-thousand uncertain ways it will splash, land, and in a few days disappear? Or is it when it stops dreaming of the sky—when it lets go of the way it catches sunlight like crystal, reminding us of rainbows? Enter the current Poetry Contest |
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