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The Rain

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H. Arlequin
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0 posted 04-25-2000 09:27 AM       View Profile for H. Arlequin   Email H. Arlequin   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions   Click to visit H. Arlequin's Home Page   View IP for H. Arlequin

          The Rain

In rivulets the rain ran down
the unmoving mask of the squatter,
his back to the brunt of the storm,
a drenched deerskin poncho...burnt brown
saturated color, water  
soaked since yesterday's lukewarm
sun had been swamped by the slate gray
scudding from the west...tightly clenched
hands snugging it for body heat,
a backwoodsman's attempt to pay
homage to life's comforts fate wrenched
from this outcast defying defeat.

He was cold, worse, vulnerable,
the damp invading everything
it touched, including the prime
of the long rifle...venerable
for generations that cling
to fine weapons, which paradigm
models sound judgment and long life...
lying across his sodden thighs.
Except for the occasional blink,
no part of him moved, the knife
hilt touching his palm. Darkened skies
meant more to be endured, no drink

to dull the chill of gelid dread,
or purge the mind of horror's scenes...
a wife, their child, a future dreamed,
at brutal savage hands lay dead.
Erased were the tracks of four fiends,
ahead of one whose silence screamed
for revenge's satisfaction.
They were near, he sensed, the hard pelt
having eased need for hurried flight,
while watching back for reaction,
their footprints the downpour would melt  
away, it falling through the night.

When dark, soundlessly he had stepped
in the game trail and moved forward,
his plan to get in front of them,
the rain washing clean where he'd crept
past, to surprise them coming toward
him who'd inflict final mayhem.
He knew the palisades, the ledge
traversed to get to the river,
where if caught by an enemy,
one died. Beyond, a limestone wedge  
had been sheared off, a lone sliver

stood upright, behind which, unseen,
one could view the narrow approach.
They came before dawn through the rain.
Four shadows inched across, between
death and damnation, no reproach
through speech except that sound again,
and again...a paradigm spoke  
four times. Pain and the rain remained,
that day, punishment for giving
hope that justice lifts sorrow's yoke,
that suffering might not be ingrained
in the fabric of ones living.

       Fr. Veni di Morte
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1 posted 04-25-2000 10:20 AM       View Profile for Corinne   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Corinne

wonderful tale!

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2 posted 04-25-2000 11:43 AM       View Profile for doreen peri   Email doreen peri   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for doreen peri


a fine narrative, my friend... nice to see you again
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3 posted 04-25-2000 02:56 PM       View Profile for Mike   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Mike

I await each of your postings anticipating your talents.  You never fail to meet expectations.  Wonderfully written.
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4 posted 04-25-2000 03:04 PM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

Absolute excellence!!
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5 posted 04-26-2000 05:55 PM       View Profile for Nan   Email Nan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nan's Home Page   View IP for Nan

Always a pleasure, HA...

You make it rain as none other can..
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