To tear away the azure twinkling of
the mother-bird's heart beating
and replace it with Mother Nature's pet ant-eater
dipping his wind-nose from clouds to dirt
and ******* away the green -- leaving caked matte mud brown.

Fraggled cottage stones aloof
where chaos is the juggled glory flanking dust and soot
blanketing fluorescent fauna unbeknownst to the birds.

Right-lightning scars when you shut your eyes
against the shadow of a mocking storm, and
Fraggled thoughts soar with the cottage stones.
Frequent nightingales regail of June's monsoons
that gulped the quail's acquaintance with Sir
Gawain and the Green Knight.

My sense of silence is the unvisited dirt mound perched beyond the graves.

SINGING ABOUT THE RAIN

Songs about the rain seem to be a popular way for many to pass on the pain

Maybe just hearing water falling from skies and knowing it is simply to hide their own tears

While plenty of others regail of desert nights or the beauty of the Mountains ,upper waters washing creating the most disdain

Cowering under thunder ,clenching  from the mighty jolt of that lightening bolt ,opening up our fears

Before the thoughts of flowers or green grasses must come the wetness of the rain

Fade to grey or turning to black blocking the suns beauty & warmth is less revealing than when clear

After a bad dry spell and clouds are caught rolling in, expect many to yell as water now runs into the well

Plenty to say of puddles, barefoot kids or baby ducks ,playing it up as it will soon disappear

Some say go away until another day, while others pray for it to stay for crops to rise where it fell

Country thunder crooning or mellow Mozart's musings ,maybe pop of a raindrop
& stormy rockers rolling,  each singing their outpour for a downpour in a way they feel clear. R.C.

If you can't take it, then I'll take it,  I'm taking it all back
When my back is against the wall, if you can't back me, then I'm backing out to outback once and for all
if you try to out me, then I'll outfox you, fox hole you, dig yourself out, this fox is out, no close call at all.
Go ahead, I dare you, try head me off at the pass, double dare me, can't scare me, "off with their heads!" is the decry.
Denounce me deplore me, regail and rail me
Execrate excoriate me, disparage deprecate me.
Besmirch and bemoan me,
Sully, stain, soil and spoil me
It's all just 'noise' to me in the end
Of no consequence.

Mary Mary.
The mottled peebles awaits
the light of the morning.
Fabled tales regail,
undoing their promises.

Through the nest,
the ship has sailed,
strange lands appear.
The wash lances against
the plaid sky.

Strangely Sunday love
is begone.
Soft was its murmur.
I've been on the blossom so long
Take pity on my bearings.