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Nickels and Dimes
It rained--spinning nickels and dimes,
As my Grandpa used to say
All night--whistling winds,
Pellets of raindrops shooting my windows.
Peacefully, safely--morning came
Sleepily, I poured clouds of milk into my coffee,
As Heaven spilled its precious water
On its earth outside.
Without warning--the spear pierced my pounding heart again
The familiar void in my soul alerted my stomach--
My brain signaled--skip breaskfast today,
As I tried to recall when I last had an appetite.
Finding no escape from realism,
I told myself the truth aloud:
You are "Missing in Action" from our relationship.
My tears cascaded--joining the spinning nickels and dimes.
PUBLISHED!: November 1997
BY: The National Library of Poetry
IN THE BOOK: "Sound of Poetry"
It rained--spinning nickels and dimes,
As my Grandpa used to say
All night--whistling winds,
Pellets of raindrops shooting my windows.
Peacefully, safely--morning came
Sleepily, I poured clouds of milk into my coffee,
As Heaven spilled its precious water
On its earth outside.
Without warning--the spear pierced my pounding heart again
The familiar void in my soul alerted my stomach--
My brain signaled--skip breaskfast today,
As I tried to recall when I last had an appetite.
Finding no escape from realism,
I told myself the truth aloud:
You are "Missing in Action" from our relationship.
My tears cascaded--joining the spinning nickels and dimes.
PUBLISHED!: November 1997
BY: The National Library of Poetry
IN THE BOOK: "Sound of Poetry"
