..
we scrutinize the skies, list
-en to the forecast, gather
clouds and silver-stitch our
names along their edges.
we battle drought and
doubt and drizzle,
trade dry land
for the steady
thwap-thwap-thwap
of windshield wipers.
we pilfer puddled hope;
…………..buy umbrellas.
..
prompted by poetic asides
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EXCELLENT ONOMATOPOEIDIAS!!!
My new calming mantra, whenever my PTSD roars: pilfer puddled hope, pilfer puddled hope, pilfer puddled hope….and, if I tire of that: thwap-thwap-thwap, thwap-thwap-thwap, thwap-thwap-thwap. Just delightful.
Thank you, Mr. Pai. I’m so sorry to hear about the PTSD, though. 😦 That hurts my heart.
Is this really true? Or a pipe dream? Do they even sell umbrellas where you live?
I love that “pilfer puddled hope” as well. This is a great one to read out loud!
Hahahahahahaha. Very funny. Make fun of the Desert Girl. 😉
You should see when it DOES rain/flood. The umbrellas come out to the front of every store. 😉
The Desert Girl. I love that. Sounds like a poem title.
You have such a unique style! I especially love that we “gather clouds and silver-stitch our names along their edges”–oh how I wish I’d written that!!
Do you realize that your last line morphs into “bye umber ellas”?! Gorgeous. Ella is a girl’s name, and it also means “girl” in Spanish. Well, she. So you’re saying goodbye to the earthen girls. The parts of you that are dirt. The rain is washing away negativity, sin, bad energy. Something like that. This is an internal rain/washing, and God is the source of the “rain.”
The opening line actually says “we scrutinize the Sky’s list.” You’re talking about all of God’s expectations. We try to stick to it, follow the rules, be “enough.” But we just can’t. We have to go the route of coming before the Lord, saying we can’t do it, and beg Him to “Bring on the Rain.”
I love this:
“silver-stitch our
names along their edges” … It makes me think of our names being written in His book.
What a beautifully deep and meaningful poem. It’s inspiring.
“bye umber ellas” makes me think of “buy Umber Ellas,” which needs to be the name of a butterfly. Or a rum drink. Either way, yes please. 😉
This poem makes me want to write poems, and I really haven’t been in the mood lately.
Cause and effect in each line. my favorite is the drifting known as listing! Love the sounds.