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Tag Archives: rain
Thisness
I think, therefore I am not being.When I am, I don’t need to think about it;How does a raindrop perceive itself,either forming in the cloud,dripping down the sky,or disappearing in the ocean? It is only wet. There is no deep … Continue reading
Rainbows and sunshine: tanka
This note may be dark, but it reflects the weather. Besides, too much light fades color from everything. What a gray world that would make! Rainbows and sunshine do not help the whole world grow. There must be dark storms … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, balance, dark, illusion, Japanese verse forms, light, perception, poetic forms, rain, sunshine, tanka
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Out into the Rain
Standing at the window, staring out into the rain, past the point of caring who or what may be the blame. Innocent and guilty sometimes are one and the same; we don’t make the rules, and yet we still must … Continue reading
Last Night’s Storm
Last night a storm rolled slowly in the thunder muffled by the air so heavy, like a mortar’s crack or heavy rifle silenced with a potato at its barrel end, wrapped in layers of gauze; it could only slowly make … Continue reading
The weather again
It’s raining and the air is cold, the skies are dark and gray There’s not a speck of sunshine on this January day And not a smile or cheerful word is spoken or displayed Sometimes the world is like that, … Continue reading
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Tagged burial, history, New Orleans, rain, transformation, weather, winter
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After a Spring Rain
There at the edge of a wide green meadow, set back just out of sight of a side road under the cloak of an old oak’s shadow, where the bramble vines creep out from the wood and the fragrant wildflowers … Continue reading
Another Rainy Day
The gutters are filled and the streets overflowing The raindrops keep falling, the winds keep on blowing And just when it will stop, there’s no way of knowing So batten the hatches, and prepare for rowing The skies are dark … Continue reading