strike sparks off the hill
tumble down charged, fall
an electric river.
Captured photon tracks
dot glass, world atom
accelerator.
Lost particles,
paper thin blanketed
homeless huddle
in doorways.
Tiny explosions
of heaven's tears
across the nailed lake.
Day ends as fishermen
fold up their green chairs
by a splashed evening water
glowered, puddled.
LURED BY RAIN AND SHADOW
navigate by rain,
gobbets in motion,
their rhythmic fall and beat,
every drop a note,
on pavement,
tarmac, wood,
tile, hollow metal,
close your eyes,
listen to the music,
varied semitones,
blind, you navigate
by the landscape
described by percussion.
Can you hear her contours,
tell the leather, lace
and cloth she wears
by arrangement of sound
in the downpour?
A time when you don't
want the rain to stop
until you can inhale
her sweet fragrance.
And open your eyes.
shadow breathes
see how your shadow moves
across the arc of her arm
your shadow breathes to kiss
away the cold up to her neck
across the cool leather couch
she lounges on to reveal more
of her thighs than is sane
for the blood pump inside you
and your lips press into her neck
and the rise of her ******* through
her little black dress, and thighs
that fall open as you kiss an ear.
A ROSARY
of raindroplets down the window glass.
Contemplate the mystery within
each of these splattered dribbles.
Each holds grains, dried sea salt, dust or smoke ascended skywards from water
or land into swirling eddies of air,
each holds dead cells sloughed,
perhaps by lovers fingers, or
by beasts slouching to Bethlehem,
each holds a prayer for life,
a hymn to its origins, a curse
of flood, a blessing of light.
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 8:26 AM UTC
strike sparks off the hill
tumble down charged, fall
an electric river.
Captured photon tracks
dot glass, world atom
accelerator.
Lost particles,
paper thin blanketed
homeless huddle
in doorways.
Tiny explosions
of heaven's tears
across the nailed lake.
Day ends as fishermen
fold up their green chairs
by a splashed evening water
glowered, puddled.
LURED BY RAIN AND SHADOW
navigate by rain,
gobbets in motion,
their rhythmic fall and beat,
every drop a note,
on pavement,
tarmac, wood,
tile, hollow metal,
close your eyes,
listen to the music,
varied semitones,
blind, you navigate
by the landscape
described by percussion.
Can you hear her contours,
tell the leather, lace
and cloth she wears
by arrangement of sound
in the downpour?
A time when you don't
want the rain to stop
until you can inhale
her sweet fragrance.
And open your eyes.
shadow breathes
see how your shadow moves
across the arc of her arm
your shadow breathes to kiss
away the cold up to her neck
across the cool leather couch
she lounges on to reveal more
of her thighs than is sane
for the blood pump inside you
and your lips press into her neck
and the rise of her ******* through
her little black dress, and thighs
that fall open as you kiss an ear.
A ROSARY
of raindroplets down the window glass.
Contemplate the mystery within
each of these splattered dribbles.
Each holds grains, dried sea salt, dust or smoke ascended skywards from water
or land into swirling eddies of air,
each holds dead cells sloughed,
perhaps by lovers fingers, or
by beasts slouching to Bethlehem,
each holds a prayer for life,
a hymn to its origins, a curse
of flood, a blessing of light.
I once read an amazing book by a person who had been blind since birth. In it he described how the different sounds of rain provide for him a picture of the landscape he moves through. Rain makes different sounds on the objects it hits, so the landscape becomes defined by its echoes
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