it came in the night
driving and thick
a vertical virtual
wall of precipi…
tation
–
wind rumples
through the eves
crunkling the cardboard
taped to my ceiling
“spielkiste”
from the last time
–
my spiders watch
from the opposite corner
of the room
their spindly legs
like stripped
upside down
umbrellas
–
dehumidifier hums
on 80%
carpets
still feel damp
–
the rains are here again
Photo by Anna Atkins on Unsplash
child crawls into my bed
at 1am
don’t know why
bad dream?
lie there
with that tiny flame
of joy
thinking how before
I’d have been…
now I’m sane
next morning
wake early
and run
through the rain
endless liquid
absorbed easily
in sand
no glass of wine
competes with wild
wind and waves
drink the moment
shake my head
at empty beer bottles
that roll and smash
on picnic tables
the drunk won’t see
beauty here
in this moment
just for me
Photo: Claire Doble
Stormwater makes gutters exciting
clear and fast and rush, rush, rushing
sticks and leaves and grass and concrete
fresh puddles are new lakes
around a drowned playground
the waves offshore huge and brown
with denuded earth from headlands
floating and crashing
flying to shore
soft and high like Tara Brach’s hair
rain, rain, rain for days makes mirrors
everywhere
then it drains like snow disappears
and you wonder
what happened to all that extra stuff
the world absorbs
enfolding elements, renewed
and we observe only
an iceberg-tip of all
Photo: flooded forest by Claire Doble
Wow, it has been more than a month since I last posted, that is a long time for me. I have felt a bit flat and non-poetic lately I guess. I hope this changes!
the petal girl
skin silk pink
onion thin
blush
crepe paper sun-streaked fuchsia
and in
rain
battered
bruised
membrane
in
heat, frilled
unfresh edged
lettuce-leaf veined
browned in crush
curled
too sheer to
squeeze
still
beautiful
Photo: Claire Doble
I will slip in under your radar
to a room bathed blue in TV-light
where pictures haunt and flicker
empty, and the sound turned quiet
edges of my teeth touch, catch
weak magnet unsticks
clings
I will slip in like the noise
of soft rain wakes you up
next morning wonder
how a bright wall
gets impossible to see
in slabs of summer sun
when shadeblooms shock the eyes
I will slip in, I will slip in to your pocket
finger me like a half-forgotten coin
smooth from use, warm
savouring the many chances and
ways to spend
Recording (poem changed a bit and have updated it above) https://soundcloud.com/user-808707280/slip
Last time it rained like this
Rain, rain, rain
It was spring? autumn? In…
my share house in Newtown
the same rain, same, same
Some days it would stop
Then it’d start up
again, again, again
Uni textbooks damp and curling
lank hanks of velvet curtain
on my sliding bedroom door
over my barred window, hiding
the pane, pane, pane
Blocking out my hangovers, oh
the pain, the pain, the bane
Of my existence.
A lover called my room “the pit”
But I had a red rose
outside on the covered balcony
A little flame, flame, flame
One night another suitor
Left a small china dog on my doorstep
Racked returning from the pub–
a tender campaign, campaign, campaign.
I’d go to my beautiful friend’s house
Try to ease her sadness
with pizza, throwdowns, hairdye–
We’d laugh, tho her heart was
in twain, twain, twain.
I did my work, I felt sad and happy
I got drunk all the time.
It rained and rained and rained
Sometimes wonder how much has
changed, changed, changed
Snails and worms abound today
Spring rain has brought them out to play
If I were a bird I’d find
The seasonal menu just divine
I’m giving National/Global Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo / GloPoWriMo) a go – write one poem, per day throughout April. Today’s prompt/challenge was to write about food.
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