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Tag Archives: rain
Commanding Clouds
If you’re gonna poke a stick at the sky, you’d better chant a bit and sell a little of your soul. There’s a slow pre-thunder roll that says we asked for this,that bliss is just the other side of broken -open clouds. That rain bows to … Continue reading
Posted in Miz Q Prompts, scribbling storms, storms
Tagged clouds, magic beans, making it rain, Miz Quickly, rain, rainbows, raindance, rainmaker, scribbling storms, storm poems, stormclouds, storms, thunder
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The Mermaid Maiden of the Mojave
She comes in finand fire, a dust cloud of reality and a wave of want. A siren song with creosote roots.A tail spangled in crushed crimson stone. She comes alone, but I know there must be more, and some oasis where they all might swim. … Continue reading
Posted in mermaid poems, NaPoWriMo
Tagged Aisling, creosote, desert mermaid, foreign forms, mermaid poems, rain
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on authority of rain
:: the sky’s in a moodand so are we, puddle lush-ious and fancy-free. ::
treble ahead
…………………my heart – ………………………………………………a cacophony of rain, a symphony of storms. ..In November, we poem.
Posted in Poetic Asides Chapbook Challenge 2019, scribbling storms, storms
Tagged rain, scribbling storms, treble
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Seeing ourselves in raindrops
.. We watch the rain reflecting all our falling, puddling all our pain. .. In November, we poem. Sometimes, a day late.
Posted in Poetic Asides Chapbook Challenge 2019, scribbling storms, storms
Tagged micro poems, PAD Challenge 2019, rain, storms, tiny poems
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Deeply enamored of these changing skies
.. Wise or not, we should’ve shot the clouds straight through with ebony smudge just to see where all this delightful dark -ness might lead. We should’ve pleaded with the lightning for a spark of something more, a place to … Continue reading
Posted in Poetic Asides Chapbook Challenge 2019, scribbling storms, storms
Tagged drinking the rain, rain, scribbling storms, storms
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Nightingale
-force winds knock us loose from our moorings and we wander (wonder) in the waves awhile, forsaking the dawn. The song. The way our wings want to angle toward the sun. The fray of feathers that no longer fly. There’s … Continue reading
Patter
{for the rain, with its ‘such small hands’} .. It matters what we said between these droplets, before the storm before that violent sky cracked open before the thunder stole our voice. We held pools, lakes, oceans in hesitant … Continue reading
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Tagged April PAD 2019, E.E. Cummings, poems inspired by E.E. Cummings, rain, rain poems, storm, such small hands
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Antediluvian
.. This poem is everything that happened before the flood. Our distinguished dark -est hour prayers. A small nod to our tired of trembling souls. Please excuse our penchant for privacy and paradise lost, the small filament findings that clasp … Continue reading
Pocket Storms
… I have decided ……………(she thunders) that these last cold drops are mine, …..saved for a sunny day when arched and angry eyebrows know the sky shines quite too bright and I need just one little plop of …………….rain to … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille
Tagged elaborate storms, feel the thunder, Q44, Quadrille, rain, rain poems, storms, thunder
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