Only heroes blessed with pain Continue searching through the rain For their loved ones lost somewhere Finding rest on gifts of prayer.
Best of all the search is slow. The other must decide to show And meet him in that pouring rain Where they may reconcile again.
Linked to dVerse Poetics. Amaya hosts and the prompt is to write a poem inspired by “a piece of music that has made you shed tears” . I am sure all of us have many to choose from. I picked Kentucky Rain sung by Elvis Presley and written by Eddie Rabbitt and Dick Heard. Here is a video with lyrics:
When I can’t get off my butt, there’s nothing like a kick to do the trick.
I’m beginning to value pain. To reinforce that value I think of it as the whispering of angels calling me to pay attention. Of course, I could just as well think of it as a kick in the butt, but this is supposed to be a poem, and there is more to reality than meets the eye.
This is also supposed to be about spring, but all I hear about is winter. So. More snow? Or is it time for winter to get off its butt and go?
PAST WINTRY PAIN COMES SPRING-BOLD RAIN WE START AGAIN
Days drip gray upon my head.
My heart runs red like rain
That ever flows while living goes
Through pleasant breathing pain.
Would I knew why skies turned blue
And kept me safe from harm
I’d ever praise these rain-gray days
Extending youthful charm.
Text: Linked to dVerse Quadrille Monday hosted by Kim from Writing in North Norfolk. The word for the quadrille is “rain”.
Photos: “Morning After Night Showers”, above, and “Gray Day with Waves”, below.
A little rain, a little wet
A little sun we won’t forget
A drizzle, drazzle, druzzle there
A frazzle frizzled up somewhere
Mushy, splushy, gushy kiss
Happy dragging worlds through bliss
A liftoff love crash lands with pain
Healing hearts light dance in rain
Linked to dVerse Quadrille #30 hosted by Mish with the prompt word “drizzle”.
Linked to NaPoWriMo2017 Day Ten although I realize actually writing one poem a day is beyond me.
Photo: “First Draft” by the author. This was my starting point. That whitish background is the desk I made myself out of a sheet of plywood decades ago and still use.