FARADILLO’S RAIN …
In consequence the old man had nothing more that he could say
Who sat searching and rocking his chair that August-bitten day
He bathed in the moonlight, in the starlight down Faradillo’s Way
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Cascading lights like sober dreams trickling through larva rocks
And Bernadette her hands so course of care combing ivory locks
Marvellous the sun-dried dial turned wide to hide lost grazing flocks
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Who jacked the steering wheel hard and set it bold to centre square
Or carried through the mobile crew who paused naked without a care
And Dale Maloney singing wild throughout the night the truest song
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I've always enjoyed writing and that is all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions ~ the effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist since 1966 - I'm now an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have had many poems selected for Anthologies of verse and recently have published many of my poems in 24 themed booklets ... please ask for details and join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or comment for my ego and encouragement :- thank you so much for listening ~ edenbray
