When the peal of thunder strikes
And the rainbird sings in melancholy
A cacophony of hoots and rumble
Follows me through the shutterIn the pittar patter of falling drops
And the burble of gushing cascades
I solo become an acoustic shadow
Standing tall in the rhythm of chaosI wish to seek shelter in mali
The great mudcastle of djenne
Where the Mande folks slumber
In heavy rain and menacing floodThe fragility of the archetype
Is wonderous and atypical
Like the frailties of souls
That stay or pass by in hurryI have become homeless with time
And now I aberate in the hallways
Of this twelve door pavilion
A canopy for tramps in bad weatherC.
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PoetryI had worked on my poem one whole summer, perfecting the story and structure and rhyme and rythym. And when he read it he asked, 'Why don't you write about what you feel when you can write very well? I mean all that goes on in your head, that rage i...