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Nothing But The Rain: A Collection of Poems Nothing But The Rain: A Collection of Poems by Phen Weston
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“The wind took me away from you,
Draped with fear, waking nightmare,
I lost all sense of who I could become,
Your exuberant hold slipped away,
Irresolute, impulsive, irreconcilable.”
Phen Weston, Nothing But The Rain: A Collection of Poems
“What is the measure of life
But the distance travelled
From womb to catacomb,
Does the ever after take account?”
Phen Weston, Nothing But The Rain: A Collection of Poems
“On a hill we rest,
Watching virtue
Hold the heavens.”
Phen Weston, Nothing But The Rain: A Collection of Poems
“Who knew such belongings?
That the truest love
Could blend
The margins of life
Into forgotten wants.”
Phen Weston, Nothing But The Rain: A Collection of Poems
“Sky aflame
With vermillion passion
Adrift

Empty streets
Silently serenade
Silken

Within my pocket
Hemingway hums
Static.”
Phen Weston, Nothing But The Rain: A Collection of Poems
“I keep your soul
In my ageing wallet,
The unimportant stuff
(Money, cards, coins)
Stay loose in my pocket,
A place as fickle as they.”
Phen Weston, Nothing But The Rain: A Collection of Poems
“There’s a heat wave coming
The wireless claims, a British summer,
Of wants and expectations
That never seem to materialise.”
Phen Weston, Nothing But The Rain: A Collection of Poems
“We danced among deafening light,
As blinding thunder buried down
To where the physical lost control,
I watched you twirl, loop, spiral
Like true elegance had been
Your binding wish to hold you
To this figmental holy kingdom,”
Phen Weston, Nothing But The Rain: A Collection of Poems
“Love, an endless cacophony
Of hopes and dreams,
Soon to suffer the ravages
Of infinite time, turning
To dust, heavenly stardust,
Crumbling, engulfing, drowned
In the black hole of all there is.”
Phen Weston, Nothing But The Rain: A Collection of Poems
“Pixelated images
Dance across the carpet,
Perhaps today
Will wish the world anew...”
Phen Weston, Nothing But The Rain: A Collection of Poems