Boy Running in the Rain…
by T. Wignesan
His face swinging from ear to ear
A bemused smile lighting up
His gander gait
Under the burlap mop
Who’s looking at me
Why is everyone looking at my legs
His mother telling him to be back this summer
Before the green peacocks turn to Indian blue
Droplets big as his nightshade eyes bursting at each
swan step
Boy on an errand
The stealthy guilt-ridden leaves of the linden
Motionless in the metallic green boiling flood
Boy still running in the rain
How old am I
As old as the linden when it was eight
Where are the caterwauling magpies this day
None to mock me in my gait
He thinks he’s running in the still hot rain
But the cars and trucks along the road shower
In their mindless manic main
Wait till you see my master drive me proud
Over the bridges under high-voltaging cables
My throat loosening up in coughs and curses
The mud drained from my tired gables
Boy still keeps running in the rain
When will the summer end
When the cotton sky turns to lead
Or when the boy stops running in the rain
T. Wignesan
Copyright ©:
(c) T. Wignesan July 13, 2011 — Thursday, August 4, 2011 – Aug. 2011 Poetry Page: Long Story Short Website
A few random poems:
- Love is Reckless by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Mad Nuclear Mushrooms by Adeola Ikuomola
- Вера Павлова – Трогающему грудь
- The Evening Light poem – Alfred Austin
- Sonnet 21 poem – John Milton poems
- The Gardener XXVIII: Your Questioning Eyes by Rabindranath Tagore
- Love Of Life poem – Alfred Austin
- Song. I Had A Dove poem – John Keats poems
- Ольга Берггольц – Письмо из Ленинграда
- Robert Burns: On The Seas And Far Away:
- The Aisne
- May Magnificat poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Proud Word You Never Spoke by Walter Savage Landor
- gum tree loved by the sky by Raj Arumugam
- Morris Island by William Gilmore Simms
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Robert Burns: To A Louse: On Seeing One On A Lady’s Bonnet, At Church
- Robert Burns: To Mr. M’Adam, Of Craigen-Gillan: In answer to an obliging Letter he sent in the commencement of my poetic career.
- Robert Burns: To John Kennedy, Dumfries House:
- Robert Burns: The Inventory: In answer to a mandate by the Surveyor of the Taxes
- Robert Burns: Address To The Unco Guid, Or The Rigidly Righteous:
- Robert Burns: Here’s His Health In Water :
- Robert Burns: The Rantin’ Dog, The Daddie O’t:
- Robert Burns: The Vision:
- Robert Burns: Epistle To James Smith:
- Robert Burns: The Ordination : For sense they little owe to frugal Heav’n- To please the mob, they hide the little giv’n.
- Robert Burns: The Author’s Earnest Cry And Prayer: To the Right Honourable and Honourable Scotch Representatives in the House of Commons.
- Robert Burns: The Twa Dogs: A Tale
- Robert Burns: The Auld Farmer’s New-Year-Morning Salutation To His Auld Mare, Maggie: On giving her the accustomed ripp of corn to hansel in the New Year.
- Robert Burns: Scotch Drink :
- Robert Burns: Address To The Deil:
- Robert Burns: The Cotter’s Saturday Night: Inscribed to R. Aiken, Esq., of Ayr.
- Robert Burns: Merry Hae I Been Teethin A Heckle:
- Robert Burns: For A’ That:
- Robert Burns: The Jolly Beggars: A Cantata:
- Robert Burns: Adam Armour’s Prayer:
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