... pouring rain,
is typing down,
in clicking bursts of
punctuation on the patio
rhetoric in the residue,
letters to the land,
one question mark
or two...
a season ends
and brings
the fury of the dove
up close again
(send her deep)
in rainfall
it's you,
who asks the earth to
whisper back,
to sleep,
or to remain awhile.
perfect rain
casts out fear,
no question asked,
no quarter given,
aiming shards of deluged heaven
(soak in)
on doubtful ground
and suddenly
no sound.
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waiting for the perfect tidal wave: a soul tsunami knuckle whitening cataclysmic change. waiting to inhabit second earth: send out sat...
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Dogs like us... Ain't got no family trust, Lyin' around this ol' bunk shed With nothin left but to be led. They's saying...
Wonderfully creative craftsmanship David. We had rain like this last night. Your opening stanza pulled me in...seeing rain like typing is such a cool image to me. Stanza three feels so peaceful and four has tones of deeper truths that had me nodding in agreement. That couplet ends it right. Great work.
ReplyDeletesome really creative elements in this...i like the typewriter of rain leaving punctuation on the porch...the asking the earth to whisper back...the fury of the dove...really a well raught piece
ReplyDeleteThis is some amazing writing. Rain really does inspire doesn't it? It gets the creative juices flowing. There's nothing quite like that sound.
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