posted on April 18, 2012 at 6:58 pm

me in my room

the rain hammering tapping knocking inundating intimidating

and me in my room you know

lost i could be anywhere i could be anyone

silver and golden drops on the glass door

suddenly a huge drop will run and swallow all in its path

like a saint approaching the end of earths long day

safe inside warm and dry still i  shiver

still i want to sleep away from this torrential rain

still i want to escape with a door i never find

i just get deeper and deeper into my own life

the further in i go the further out it looks

the rain obliviously falls

increasing and decreasing in pressure upon the isolated village i am in

not in the here and now where i have never been

in this rain soaked jungle shaking at the sky

as lights come and flash dimly below

where everything is implication

where everyone is watching and listening

where the sea meets the land and land meets moon

a crash and the moon flew out of the ocean

some big bang god sending more rain because of atmospheric conditions

i feel out of conjunction with everything

semi-detached like a little house out there

my moorings have frayed my anchor drifts

reality with its hazy grip on the sets of a story

my ears sing so dogs can hear

and there

and there


is a story worth actually telling….


36 Responses to “rain but it pause”

  1. avatar
    colette | 18 April 2012 at 7:19 pm #

    A pearl of an ear ring

  2. avatar
    Chris | 18 April 2012 at 7:31 pm #

    Dew Drop On Nasturtium

    All the self’s contracted thus
    a small globe of concentrated light
    the self
    a parallax observed from the surface and not the centre
    a pure drop of life essence
    a prism to bend and refract what it receives
    and then send on to another viewer.
    Can I see into it clearly
    Is what I see a reliable image
    or does reality cloud my vision and perception of
    A delicate jewel ready to roll off into the humus below
    or to be drawn up by sun’s rays into the ether

  3. avatar
    alienc | 18 April 2012 at 7:51 pm #

    Nice.i like the rain and Its various effects on us al

  4. avatar
    Chris | 18 April 2012 at 8:05 pm #

    I reckon ‘Heyday’ is one of the best Aussie albums of all time…genius.

  5. avatar
    . | 18 April 2012 at 9:25 pm #

    half a world away in the parched regions of the earth
    soaking rain falls down, giving new life and rebirth
    where winter never materialized and spring never was
    and summer began in march with hot winds from the north
    these topsy turvy weather patterns are just way too much
    with unseasonably hot temperatures becoming the norm
    i talk with others and ask myself what’s going on
    while watery streams flow down the suburban road
    and i dream into the heart of blessed mother earth
    and she cries at what this world has become

  6. avatar
    Chris | 18 April 2012 at 9:28 pm #

    I remember living in Sydney in 1998 and it rained every day for neary 2 months…I began to hate the rain. Then I lived through a 5 year drought in Adelaide and longed for rain…yin and yang.

  7. avatar
    david | 18 April 2012 at 10:39 pm #

    …i have the sudden affliction of “chair envy”..

  8. avatar
    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 18 April 2012 at 11:21 pm #

    Rain falls as angels tears, the more drenching it becomes…
    is based on the level of human dispair. We may walk upright-
    but this assures the heavens that we shall be the first to become soaked
    and chilled to the bone for the rain truly falls to wash away the sadness
    that man has obviously caused onto sweet mother earth.

    Darrin JK

  9. avatar
    Stewart | 19 April 2012 at 12:27 am #

    I’ve been appreciating your recent posts. You’ve raised big issues that are difficult to address without either a deluge of voluminous treatises or sounding like: ‘there’s this thing and it’s…, like…, THE thing…you know?’ I’m certain I’m not sure I understand or believe what I know.

    I feel twinge of concern that the art I’m enjoying arises from disquiet but your recent posts convey an intriguing blend of angst and calmness. I’ve found this latest post particularly evocative. It brings back the strongest memories of watching late afternoon rains from a shack without electricity in a northern rivers village. Thanks.

  10. avatar
    Jonny Hollywood | 19 April 2012 at 1:22 am #

    nice captain’s chair sk 🙂

  11. avatar
    Cee | 19 April 2012 at 3:21 am #

    suddenly a huge drop will run and swallow all in its path
    de repente una gota enorme corre y traga todo en su camino
    like a saint approaching the end of earths long day
    como un santo acercándose al fin del largo día mundial

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    Chris | 19 April 2012 at 9:44 am #

    Love all the existentialist poetry, Steve. Feeling ‘out of conjunction’ is the status quo for reflective and intelligent thinkers like yourself…constantly in ‘unguarded moments’.But such feelings of being on the precipice of reality are life-giving I believe.And they produce the best poetry.Sometimes the edge of the sea is discernible as separate from the sky, and sometimes the edges are blurred by mist and you cannot discern sea from sky. Moments of insight.

  13. avatar
    Once | 19 April 2012 at 10:35 am #

    Allegedly Me

    I’ve got a story, it’s almost finished
    All I need is someone to tell it to
    (thanks for that line Jimmy)
    How can I convey what it feels like to matter?
    When I tip my head to the sun and I’m new
    And suddenly I’m astonished by myself
    Who is this girl and why do I love her?
    She’s allegedly me
    Music flows through her veins
    She lives every word
    She makes them her own
    The notes twist her emotions
    In impossibly beautiful ways
    Her body sings
    And her life moves in perfect rhythm
    She wants to dance
    But she parks her car and occupies a cubicle
    And the joy stills to a hum
    Resonating nonetheless
    And spreading to all she encounters
    Yes I love this girl
    She’s me.

  14. avatar
    kell | 19 April 2012 at 10:55 am #

    Rain is a wonder, a blessing. Lucky you, silver & gold indeed! The story’s always worth telling, hope it comes this way (water). Bless,

  15. avatar
    kell | 19 April 2012 at 11:08 am #

    Nice space, wonder if u have crystals living with you. Maybe an idea? Some lovely ones you resonate with….

  16. avatar
    Once | 19 April 2012 at 11:30 am #


    Who do you compare yourself to?
    The depressed, known, musician?
    He may be known, but he is still depressed.
    Your engaged friend?
    You know she fights constantly with her betrothed
    The one who runs marathons ?
    Obsessed, and not happy without that result.
    The chef?
    He’s a drunk.
    The poet?
    In terminal hell, always.
    The happy mommy?
    Are you freakin’ kidding me?

    Who are you, my lovely?

    Love who you are
    What you have
    What you do

    Envy is shit.
    Leave it to the rest of ‘em.

    You…are YOU.
    There is NOTHING better than that.
    You now have permission to REJOICE.

  17. avatar
    That Girl | 19 April 2012 at 4:41 pm #

    Mother nature is letting us know . Smarten our act up folks. Don’t mess with the powers that be.

  18. avatar
    andy | 19 April 2012 at 4:47 pm #

    still raining,
    still dreaming……

  19. avatar
    DavidP | 19 April 2012 at 5:32 pm #

    one moment at a time steve
    that’s all that now is
    is this a dream or is this the physical world
    a question to ask throughout the day

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 April 2012 at 8:36 pm #

    I am a hater and I hate almost everything. But I love rain. Ok, it’s mainly cos rain keeps most people inside their fucking houses where I don’t have to see or hear them…but I still love it.

  21. avatar
    surreal eskimo boy | 19 April 2012 at 8:50 pm #

    Beautiful. Love the simplexity. Made me feel right as rain.

  22. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 April 2012 at 9:39 pm #

    is that a dentist chair ? More teeth coming ?

  23. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 April 2012 at 9:39 pm #

    Is that a dentist chair? more teeth coming ?

  24. avatar
    . | 19 April 2012 at 10:32 pm #

    will humankind ever get along
    the headlines sing such a sad song
    so much pride and selfishness abounds
    and many of the people i see just frown
    so many unresolved conflicts in the here and now
    so i ran in the rain yesterday and it made me smile
    for it was me and me alone without the annoying crowds
    who clutter up the trail with their trite group mentalities
    & global enlightenment continues to elude us, without a doubt
    but we can dream unto ourselves for better days that don’t scream & shout

    • avatar
      Anonymous | 20 April 2012 at 1:38 pm #

      yeah, the inequity of others’ fears and you quietly watch and sigh, and you just want to tell them no, don’t be (afraid) — but (sometimes my fear) instead of a smile you get back denial and further aggression/pride, now turned towards you, so instead of words most of the time — you shake your head and just hope, maybe a smile might help? (and truth is not meant to be selfish or in a critical way, but:) that even as you watch those around you grow [old] and by that I mean, mean and suspicious and angry and they’ve stopped! Sometimes still so young, too. It’s enought to break your heart as you watch. How come? what was so horrible “they” went away — and where did they go? just the build up I guess, and they forgot how to be strong? it used to be fun, remember? and so you hope for enough strength that when things happen instead of being angry and holding onto all that is negative and fearful as each episode rolls away… stay strong enough to still be a child and keep going on with hope for another loved day… so thank you “.” — it’s a nice place to be to see so eloquently… yes, so now it’s been said and there’s still light in the rain (said the sun!) and after? this was fun so I thank you again!

  25. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 April 2012 at 9:02 am #

    One day a real rain will come…so ive heard.

  26. avatar
    Once | 20 April 2012 at 10:43 am #

    I met a girl
    Who defensively said with a toss of her head
    “Oh yeah? Oh yeah?
    You wouldn’t believe the shit that’s happened to me!”
    And because of it – all the shit, mind you –
    She decided to hurt herself before anything else
    Could hurt her first
    So she did
    The End?
    It’s not the end, Defenso
    Shit doesn’t happen TO you
    It happens FOR you
    Sometimes because of you
    Sometimes in spite of you
    But always FOR you
    Gee, thanks for the DUI and the bankruptcy and the rape and the abortion and the epically failed marriage and the players and mom dying and the drug addiction and dear god I look fat in these jeans…
    FOR you.
    Because you are still alive.
    How freakin’ great is that?
    Clean slate, baby –
    Clean slate.
    What will you do today?
    Start by feeling good that you survived it
    Continue by forgiving the shit-givers.
    Finish by forgiving yourself.
    It’s OKAY.
    They say that every day is a new start,
    Blah blah blah.
    Every SECOND is.
    Parse it out.
    Take it slow.
    None of these things can damage your soul
    They can only enrich it
    That’s the point
    For you.

    • avatar
      thetimebeing | 20 April 2012 at 11:47 am #

      youre right!

    • avatar
      andy | 20 April 2012 at 4:38 pm #

      yep….roll with the punches baybee!

    • avatar
      Anonymous | 20 April 2012 at 9:06 pm #

      Nah, man, shit happens because it happens. Not ‘for’ anything. There’s no reason or purpose attached. It just happens.

  27. avatar
    Linjo | 20 April 2012 at 1:17 pm #

    Yeah Donna, I believe anyone that bothers to open their ears and heart to the voice of others will see that most lives have trauma, disappointment, pain and grief. We are hanging by a thread in times of happiness. I guess this is the reason some hang on to the fantasy of an afterlife. Will they be at their peak of beauty and health in this afterlife or the physical state at the point of death. As for the now, yes, forgiveness and love to the core, to live in peace. Linda x

  28. avatar
    CAth Meeson | 20 April 2012 at 6:39 pm #

    Each raindrop a perfect universe awaiting you
    From the captains chair
    Set sail within the living room
    Upon voluptuous seas
    No sailor ever knows the treasures they will find
    Nor the beasts they will encounter
    Yet they have to sail on
    Through every storm
    Every harbour
    Waging war with every god of the old worlds
    Each raindrop a perfect universe DEar Mr Kilbey
    Holding within the next hologram for you to decode
    The next tale for you to know
    In the epic of creative life,
    We love you, always,
    Travelling companions on the seas of time
    In little boats sublime
    Parallel lives in other places
    Stare back at us from other faces
    so we know,
    so we know
    We remember
    Step on board , loosen your moorings
    The tides will bring you back again
    For you are a seasoned traveller.

    always a story worth telling.
    A word or a tune, a picture of the moon, Hope a shared musical voyage took you somewhere, big hugs for you,
    creative companion in time
    Cath xx

  29. avatar
    Smiler | 20 April 2012 at 11:08 pm #

    I was happy for about 3 weeks in 1979. It rained then, too.

  30. avatar
    sue c | 21 April 2012 at 9:50 am #

    water, god’s gift xx

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