You speak in cloudbursts
Torrential tongue
Twisting words to suit your weather
I have news for you
The forecast isn’t bleak
The sky isn’t falling though you
May be chicken and I, little
Your drizzle will fizzle
And I can play in the rain
For Kim’s quadrille prompt over at dVerse Poets Pub.
44 words of fun using the word “rain”.
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I take my tea (with milk) and nestle into the corner of my retro couch. This has always been the perfect view of the front yard, my little piece of nature. My mind wanders from the bleak, bare limbs of the ancient maple to my own melancholia. I think about words wasted, stirring in minds but never poured. Why?
The lyrics of an R.E.M. song somehow find their way into my head again, uninvited. “Oh no, I’ve said too much. I haven’t said enough”. The anthem repeats until I welcome the squawk of two feisty blue jays. I listen to the chatter of simple souls, exposed. The clouds spit by fits and starts against my window only to remind me of all things voiceless and vague. Droplets run and merge with each other, twisting and turning along the glass. Conversations of the past rehash and play to the unsteady beat of the rain. I open the door to breathe in sweet spring. I have no patience for puzzles.
Timeless mysteries
Secrets, too heavy to fly
Truth soars with the wind
Toni’s prompt for Haibun Monday is related to communication or the lack of it. There is still time to join in at dVerse!
Space without substance
Time without tolerance
Minds apart
Stabs in the heart
Form without motion
Endless erosion
Words unheard
Intentions deferred
Reach without touching
Nudge without crushing
Anger intact
Missing the facts
Love without action
Emotions in traction
Nothing but air
Hope and a prayer
mishunderstood 