posted on November 15, 2010 at 10:34 pm

like a fine fuzz of water like a million points

tiny droplets of rain

we walk home from a hotel thru its mist

we stub our toe we sigh we laugh

strange days surround us have found us

things are weird things are distorted

i play behind the glass in a humid room

the people look in at me like i’m in a zoo

a performing beast at least i growl politely

i talk and i sing i dunno i ching

i jump up n down on the poor spot

i strummy  strum strum my old guild 12

thats it goodnight folks i finish in a sudden

whoah people smoking weed outside like its new orleans

the wine doth flow too like some martyrs blood

the fine fine rain you can only see in the lights

the lights question the night

although it never replies

the mist kissed my fist n i wonder why

the rain is suspended in mid air hanging there

the street is empty and shiny the trees are ultra green

its going on midnight

i wonder where everyone is never seen


19 Responses to “monday night droplets of rain”

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 16 November 2010 at 12:22 am #

    Misty evenings rapture…Short and so sweet.

    Darrin K.

    Hey Dwingwell…if your still reading this blog, i read an entry from a ‘jimjimmy’ or whatever, he implied that you are no longer contributing to his site because you feel slighted somehow? Doesn’t that go against your nature to ignore and persist. I enjoyed your blog responses and this site is a little empty now without you. So my suggestion is to tighten up the ‘skin’ so its a little thicker and get back on here. If you chose not to, I understand-yet it makes no sense. Your insight is educational and sometimes profound- maybe your a figment of your own imagination , hiding in your parents basement, 13 yrs old, and you stumbled onto this universe by accident—if so , use up that acne cream, unplug the computer and get outside and play…you need the sun to liven up that sulky expression on your adolescent face. But that may not be you…clocks ticking…see who really exists in that man-suit.

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    Anonymous | 16 November 2010 at 12:24 am #

    you know… having your fist kissed by the mist is a very lucky thing.

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    Freddie | 16 November 2010 at 2:41 am #

    Sounds like a lovely night. You can’t box the mist around like that though. You really think that it kissed only your hand? ;^)

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    Abel | 16 November 2010 at 4:41 am #

    I feel cosiness from this…

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    Jonny Hollywood | 16 November 2010 at 6:06 am #

    oh where oh where can she be, my mommy would be 65 today, happy birthday angela kay…

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    eekie | 16 November 2010 at 6:50 am #

    “i play behind the glass in a humid room
    the people look in at me like i’m in a zoo
    a performing beast at least i growl politely”

    Couldn’t help but laugh at this. Yeah, it must feel a lot like this…I wonder if the people looking in get that feeling too? And if they do, are they a little creeped out by it?

    In any case it’s good of you to growl politely. 🙂

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    ticktockclarice | 16 November 2010 at 8:51 am #

    Strange days indeed. Most peculiar mama. You know, i love your crusading blogs (pro-vego, anti-alcohol, stop wasting time in front of the telly and DO YOGA etc), i love the ones where you share about your family, i love the ones where you reimagine the Greek myths, but i think i love the ones about nature and the elements the most. Your descriptive powers are amazing and evocative. Thank you for beginning our days (or ending them depending on geography) with a tiny bit of beauty. A good day to yourself and the fiends.

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    PINK CHURCH FLOYD | 16 November 2010 at 9:29 am #

    You’re sounding much more positive Kilb’s.
    Like a happy child.
    Life is good
    Ange xo

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    bionicanna | 16 November 2010 at 10:05 am #


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    Starflower | 16 November 2010 at 10:14 am #

    The Great Tao extends everywhere. All things depend on it for growth, And it does not deny them. Tao Te Ching no.34

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      Narelle | 16 November 2010 at 11:50 pm #

      Which I Ching does the Tao Te Ching no. 34 belong? The Richard Wilhelm translation is 34. Ta Chuang / The Power of Great……….anyway……just curious. Take care.

  11. avatar
    veleska1970 | 16 November 2010 at 10:40 am #


    you sound more upbeat today.


    lotza love…..

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    Anakki Mayhem | 16 November 2010 at 11:13 am #

    very picturesque… 🙂

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    Karen | 16 November 2010 at 1:03 pm #

    yes sounds child like and dare I say happier maybe thats why you stubbed yr toes you were skipping 😮
    love it when the mist kisses yr fist

  14. avatar
    sarah | 16 November 2010 at 4:46 pm #


    sending love.

    thanks for the beauty.

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    hellbound heart | 16 November 2010 at 8:00 pm #

    the lights question the night, the night never replies……would the light like what the dark had to say?

    love always…..

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    DavidP | 17 November 2010 at 12:09 am #

    whata co-inky-dink
    I stubbed my toe really badly on Sunday night
    got nice and purplely bruise on the end of it
    oh boy did that hurt
    nothing like a bit of pain to remind one is alive and in the physical plane

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    DavidP | 17 November 2010 at 9:40 pm #

    lily, oh yes indeedy, I’ve never done such a good job of it like this before
    an even darker shade of purple is the bruise now

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