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Tag Archives: rain
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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Tuesday
, and all that’s left is …………..a crash of clouds my broken voice ………………………..a slash of rain. twiglet #67.
If The Earth Stands Still, I Will Know No More Than This.
There is really nothing you must be and there is nothing you must do. There is really nothing you must have and there is nothing you must know. There is really nothing you must become. However, it helps to understand … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems
Tagged dVerse, fallen stars, rain, shattered silence, sky songs, tempering doubt, Zen
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Run Four (and a Little More)
in the humidity. in the humility. in the hummm-idity of a new day. through the rainy breeze. through the whispering trees. through the raging seas of your own crazy brain. run four (and a little more) to clear your mind. … Continue reading →