Poems from Jeremy Cooley
You haven't talked to me in weeks
And I'm damn sure it's my fault or another
As I watch the sky stratify
Into blues from cerulean to robin'...
The cool summer rain
Falls in soft sheets
Enough for umbrellas, but not for raincoats;
Enough for me, enough for peace.
After all the people leave—
The raucous laughter has died down, goodbyes have been said,
The lights have all gone out, and people have left...
As you stare out the window
of your quickly moving train car,
the landscape, blurred, is ashen and bare,
and the pitter-patter of rain on...
I wrote this a few years back before my confirmation of my faith. Hope you like it!:
Who is He?
That odd shadow of something
We can’t even...