Poetry Workshop Fall 2009

A cozy place to read and critique poetry.

 

Welcome to the poetry workshop for Fall 2009!  Please read the instructions in "author guidance", grab a mug of tea or coffee and join us!

2nd Draft:

It's Raining

              It’s raining.
And so I sit here,               being          in the
                                                                  Wild text world   of the internet.
It is raining
   And my cat is lonely.
     My dishes aren’t done.

My most recent memories are not my own.

                             They belong to characters in a film
                             I watched     just the other day.
    It’s raining.
I didn’t notice           until I looked up.
      Up and away
                                          But I have gone nowhere.

The windows are smeared with water.

    Smudging down            like the numbers  of the Matrix.

                                                                Am I blinded by those numbers
                                                                                     As I am by the rain?

                                                  It is raining.
               I’m inside
      And I don’t remember 
The last time I got wet in the rain.

I want to take off my socks

And go out into the rain
And          be wet.
Nothing else,
                                          Just wet.
But I won’t.
Because I’m   being   on the internet
Where there can be no wetness.
No tears.

           It’s raining
And so I sit here.

 

 

 

ORIGINAL DRAFT

It's Raining

It’s raining.
And so I sit here, being in the
Wild text world of the web.
It is raining
And my cat is lonely.
My dishes aren’t done.
My most recent memories are not my own.
They belong to characters in a film
I watched just the other day.
It’s raining.
I didn’t notice until I looked up.
Up and away
And away I have gone.
The windows are smeared with water.
Smudging down like the numbers of the Matrix.
Am I blinded by those numbers
As I am by the rain?
It is raining.
I’m inside
And I don’t remember
The last time I got wet in the rain.
I want to take off my socks
And go out into the rain
And be wet.
Nothing else,
Just wet.
But I won’t.
Because I’m being on the internet
Where there can be no wetness.
No tears.
It’s raining
And so I sit here.

The End

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