The Rain Over Kiama.

David Wakeling

The lush green hills near Kiama are open to the raining,

It is a violent, swirling love-making that is unlike flesh,

The elements join in a chorus of wondrous singing,

For rain has no will, no envy. It is as free as a wish.

 

Let your hands conceal your eyes, be wary of this mourning,

It is keen, resolved and constant; do not ignore the warning,

For many the rain in the dark skies, will drench the heart's fire,

And the floods from heaven will drown the longing to aspire.

 

The south coast is alive with storm clouds that cover the country,

The young bird that is my soul is caught in its own nest of pain,

The lion that is my heart hides, timid about the bounty,

No one can stay, no one can defeat nor rise above the rain.

 

The cold winds of greed will tempt the weak when the subtle sun glows,

The defeated, laugh and shout and call themselves the fortunate,

Kiama rain, Kiama rain fall on this poor heart again.

Let the hopeful clouds of dark colour, burst forth their calming woes,

And hold the fanciful spirit, that would dwell amongst the great,

Let cold ambition not spread wings beyond the purposeful rain,

But be ever felled by the joyous arrow of acceptance,

And rest in soft roses on the golden sands of tolerance,

For I cannot forget Kiama rain, and leave all to chance,

The shower of serenity and the cloud of peace must dance.

  • Author: David Wakeling (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 25th, 2023 01:36
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Comments2

  • Doggerel Dave

    David: I feel you are not explicit enough re location. I may know where Kiama is, but the great majority of punters (sorry - poets) here, I would hazard, don't. Now while not knowing doesn't detract from an otherwise rich piece, it could be a slight distraction....

  • David Wakeling

    Thanks for reading

    • Doggerel Dave

      Can I assume that you felt my contribution was really not worth responding to?



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