Like rain

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    something I wrote in gym class,since I forgot my sneakers....I in a way intended it for those who don't think of poets as artists.

    Like rain

    I am an artist,
    painting on the walls
    of my mind with
    shaking hands,
    storing whispers in
    jars as my paint.

    Occasionally,
    my thoughts escape,
    leaking our of my mind,
    wet like fresh paint
    and dripping like rain,
    onto my notebook's
    pages and into the
    World,
    were everyone can seem them
    these words that might
    have been mine...
    Alone.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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