Rain


Rain

prittle prattle, prittle prattle

On the roof top above

Creates the sensation of a drowsy membrane

Or maybe it

tittle tattles, tittle tattles

As it hits the window

and waters the flowers on my window pane

My cat

purr, purr, purrs

Demanding my attention

Biting the pen I use to write

Meowing at me all the same

Breathe

in and out, in and out

My eyelids grow heavy

Perhaps ill sleep while it rains

Katie Rose Waechter

 

Justify

 


Does the heart justify its body?

When bodily pain covers the feelings underneath

The needle, the knife, and the love they don’t know

Is it ok if this justification only comes in sleep?

 

Do people justify society?

When they pay just to be the same

When society dominates people

Is their uniqueness covered shame?

 

Will you justify my love?

If I give you my heart and lend you my hand

Will you be there forevermore

When I grow old and can barely stand?

 

Does the end justify the beginning?

And the middle – bad as it may be

Is the result worth its actions

Filled with sadness or filled with glee?

 

-Katie Rose Waechter