More poems

Inspired by a request from dcampbell42002 (catchy name!), I tracked down the latest poems from Liz's writers' group. Here, for your delectation, are some more offerings from Deek and Malcolm.

Black Rain by Derek Henderson

In the middle of the night it comes again.

The black rain.

Like dead man's fingers it tap, taps on the windows

As it has since I was a wean.

It's always there,

The black rain.

On the sunniest day, when the skies are blue,

It hides inside my heart,

It lies there waiting till I'm feeling good,

Then it knows just what to do

One drop, then two.

It starts off slow, but then it gets quicker,

Till I'm soaked to my skin,

I'm cold and bruised,

But it knows I ain't no quitter.

I'll fight the rain,

I'll take on the storm,

It can try but it will never beat me.

And as the waves crash and

The wind rips up trees by their

Roots, I stand on the cliff top,

Naked and proud, and I scream to

Any who will listen, that this man is

No an island.

And still the black rain falls.

Drip, drip, drip.

'YOU' by Malcolm Hamilton

I was nothing till I met you,

the glove that fits my hand,

the hand that holds my heart.

You cannot know,

You cannot see,

That without you,

There's nothing of me.

Every moment with you is precious

You brighten up my day,

If only I could find the words,

But how could I say....

....that you're the reason that I wake,

And when I go to sleep,

My dreams are filled with thoughts of only you.

You, the sun I orbit,

The beat of my heart.

You, my friend, my pal.

You, my life, my love. You

So there you have it. I think they say an awful lot about what's going on in those poor guys' heids. Malcolm's brought a tear to my eye, especially cos Liz thinks he wrote it about his late wife, Rose. :(

PS Full credit must go to writer Ray Brooking for getting into the minds of our two poets.