rain falls on my jacket hood popping like popcorn minus the smell of salt and theater butter no lights dim but i see the coming attractions blackberry blossoms and buzzing bumblebees
Tag: rain
green dream for a wet day (20220410)
i would be moss cling to trees and rocks favor the wet shade whisper to the field mice the woods a hair less wet than the sea and not as salty i would live feather soft breathe in soil and wind and dream about the south side of the tree
red red robin (20220404)
happy fat wet
he beats his wings
falls into the water
head dipping again
and again
the rain drew his
morning bath
and now there is enough
calm and sunshine
for a short break
From swallowing worms
so much joy in
so much joy from
such a small package
of feather
bone and
song
rain and berries (20210819)
surprised joy at seeing rain beads
on my new raincoat
fresh sweetness of wild blackberries
around the clock (20210407)
while the rain falls
i wait for each drop
to ascend
i wait for the bark to grow
in the center of the trees
pith and heartwood tangling
like strand of hair
hiding the truth about growth
about the scab of time
about the lie of it
i wait for the clock
not to rewind
not to stand still
but to ring its alarm bell
to show that every
second of every minute
of every day happens
here and now
i wait and single drop
reverses course
singing as it rises
Day 4/30 of the Tupelo 30/30 Project (20170804)
sunshine-muting clouds
roll through the sky like fat cattle…
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The prompt I received for this poem (the words sunshine, lollipop and rainbow) was from Kerfe Roig. You can find her poetry and art at method two madness.
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untitled (20170418)
the sun throws rocks at me
and my umbrella
shudders under the weight
of these fiery meteors
my hair reeks of smoke
tiny holes have begun appearing
in my shirt where the cosmic
ash has fallen
how i wish they didn’t carry
all that gravity with them
in addition to their smoldering
hearts
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Day 18
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chance of showers (20170203)
unbroken sky wall
without seams it leaks and weeps
to make a mirror
three days after rain (20170127)
the wind rustles
inhaling the moisture
chimes ring like rain
wet sidewalks (20170118)
in the rain a cyclist passes
unprepared for the sudden showers
an orange ember glowing
at the end of his cigarette
petrichor and marlboro lights
and i am ten
and the streets are wet
and black except for the
sodium cyclops eyes of streetlamps
home has that familiar smell
and nicotine-stained curtains
Words and Feathers 