Dan R Fowler

Talking To The Rain As I sit upon a rotting wooden porch listening, I hear the words of falling rain dancing. Across the surface once placid but now rippled,

The Duty Seated around an old chrome and red table, Sat adults one evening one telling fables. It was a time for sharing they often said,

The Cloak and Fire Upon charcoal embers, I cast this woven cloak, Ore many years around my neck it has choked. It’s a masterpiece of someone other than me,

“W” Words It’s the “W” words that make me worry, Those words that make my dreams scurry. For they fill my day with apprehension,

Forgive Me I was just thinking a thought within my mind, One that wasn’t mean or envious or unkind. It was a reminder that time moves everyone forward,

Living Within Me Who are you, really, deep down inside? I’ve had people ask me so I turn aside. I’m many things, many places, and peoples,

My Visitors So, you’re leaving I heard the voices say, Those that came to visit me yesterday. Upon ethereal winds, they came fluttering,

Shelter Rescues Meandering, panting, with eyes aglow, Each happier each day it often shows. It’s the four-footed beasts upon my floor,

Sword and Candle I’m told what doesn’t kill you makes you strong, But after ruthless battles many I see standing alone.

Stealing My Life So, what you’d like for me to believe, Having sworn you’re not trying to deceive, Is that my life that I’ve abundantly attempted,

Creating Worlds Twisting of words a shaping of other’s worlds, Create new adventures or make blood curl. It’s the story that provides the path it’s said,

Pretending If I’ve heard it once, I’ve heard it a thousand times, That those you love the most are those most unkind.