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Lauren Rayne
Tolland, CT    Trying to find my creativity. It's been lost for a while now.
Arel Rayne
california    my life my stories betrayed but not defeated
I'm nothing special. Just a girl from a small hippie community in Northern California with a love for words.

Poems

Donall Dempsey Sep 2022
"THE SMALLE RAYNE DOWNE CAN RAYNE?"

You bloom
in my mind

like a fast forward
film of a flower

going from seed to blossom
in a second or seven

I looking down
from on high

as you pass by
under the bridge

you " no bigger
than your head"

that line from Lear

a chestnut red
flowing over your shoulders

you the only one
with head uncovered

everyone else
suddenly become

an umbrella
with legs

a river of people flowing
down the street

like different
coloured leaves

and you look up
and even from this distance

of several
years or more

your smile
the only thing

I see. . .

Death
unable

to take that
from me.


*


WESTRIB WYNDE

Westron wynde, when wyll thow blow
The smalle rayne downe can rayne?
Cryst yf my love were in my armys,
And I yn my bed agayne!
Donall Dempsey Sep 2024
"THE SMALLE RAYNE DOWNE CAN RAYNE?"

you bloom
in my mind
like a fast forward

film of a flower
going from seed to blossom
in a second or seven

I looking down
from on high
as you pass by

under the bridge
you " no bigger
than your head"

that line from Lear
a chestnut red
flowing over your shoulders

you the only one
with head uncovered
everyone else

suddenly become
an umbrella
with legs

a river of people flowing
down the street
like different coloured leaves

and you look up
and even from this distance
of several

years or more
your smile
the only thing

I see. . .
Death
unable

to take
that
from me


*

Westron wynde, when wylt thow blow
The smalle rayne downe can rayne?
Cryst yf my love were in my armys
And I yn my bed agayne!
Donall Dempsey Sep 2017
"THE SMALLE RAYNE DOWNE CAN RAYNE?"

You bloom
in my mind

like a fast forward
film of a flower

going from seed to blossom
in a second or seven

I looking down
from on high

as you pass by
under the bridge

you " no bigger
than your head"

that line from Lear

a chestnut red
flowing over your shoulders

you the only one
with head uncovered

everyone else
suddenly become

an umbrella
with legs

a river of people flowing
down the street

like different
coloured leaves

and you look up
and even from this distance

of several
years or more

your smile
the only thing

I see. . .

Death
unable

to take that
from me.
WESTRIB WYNDE

Westron wynde, when wyll thow blow
The smalle rayne downe can rayne?
Cryst yf my love were in my armys,
And I yn my bed agayne!