Tag Archives: rain poems

Mixed Bag

Posted on August 26, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. This mo(u)rning: (again) somebody shot some somebodies for no other reason than anger and hatred and pain. And the political rants are still a-ranting and chanting and planting their seeds of lies and deceit and illusion. And there’s never … Continue reading →

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rumbled sky

Posted on July 21, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. and i savor your thunderous song, the way you make music of everything, nothing. the way the clouds play along. ..

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drunk on rain

Posted on July 3, 2015 by whimsygizmo
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Dream Sequence

Posted on June 2, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. We raise our long -ing legs, but cannot run. There is something democratic about it, as if a committee was formed, and the idea of actual motion was heartily rejected with just enough nays. But you are always ahead … Continue reading →

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three-fourths water, one part salt

Posted on May 24, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. ………….first, the rain: drizzled down like sea fallen from this gray sky. then the notion that it’s all just spilling to earth.   ..prompted by B&P‘s Shadorma & Beyond at mindlovemisery  

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Nimbostratus Cardigan

Posted on May 18, 2015 by whimsygizmo

Gray day. Everything is gray. I watch, but nothing moves today. – Dr. Seuss     The sky is infinite in its longing, full to bursting and ready to spill, and I am many-colored, somber -songing my way through clouds … Continue reading →

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Seventeen Years Later

Posted on April 27, 2015 by whimsygizmo

. Too much remains. The stench of frying onions. Vivaldi. Flannel, silk and the bite of steel. The ghost smoke of his pipe, rising in a whisp -ered song. Apocalyptic rain.   . PAD, day 27.

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why she didn’t get mad that misty may morning

Posted on April 24, 2015 by whimsygizmo

(with nod to William Carlos Williams)   .. it’s hard to see red when so much depends upon the quiet white rain.   .. PAD, day 24.

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readying for rain

Posted on March 25, 2015 by whimsygizmo

.. 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; … Continue reading →

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Considering Lilies

Posted on February 9, 2015 by whimsygizmo

Please, don’t point your weapons at the sky: the sparrows are terrorized, and it’s springtime, it’s raining, the meadows are ruminating. Please, you’ll melt the moon, only night light of the poor. – Carilda Olivar Labra “Declaration of Love”  .. … Continue reading →

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