Issue 3:
Water
Anne Bryant-Hamon
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Rain
I'm awakened tonight by a toxic dream
of acid rain that falls from my ceiling,
soaking my mat with a caustic stain,
filling my room with an awful dread.
Crayons, now melted to window panes
are kaleidoscopes turning inside my head
as pillows are carried from Bedlam's shore
to drown in the hungry, raging waves.
Is there no mercy, no tale left sunning,
up on that shelf where the books still lay,
vespers of sandcastles, youthful yearning
where dreams never waken to poison rain?
~Anne Bryant-Hamon
Anne's poems have appeared in print and on the internet. She lives in Florida with her husband and their four children. Email.
© 1999 by Anne Bryant-Hamon. All Rights Reserved.
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This page updated April 23, 2002.