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Tag Archives: rain poems
.. 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
.. and i savor your thunderous song, the way you make music of everything, nothing. the way the clouds play along. ..
.. 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
.. ………….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
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
. 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.
(with nod to William Carlos Williams) .. it’s hard to see red when so much depends upon the quiet white rain. .. PAD, day 24.
.. 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