Rain is wet like water,
Not so hard as ice,
Not so hot my hand gets hot,
Messy, mostly nice.
The Sun thinks clouds are funny.
They block the warmth of day
Making fantasies up high–
Carousels turn in the sky–
Friendly, flowing play.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Lillian is hosting and the theme is to put a positive spin on “rain”, “rein” or “reign”. I am also linking this to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt. Come join us in writing for these prompts.
Photo: Sue Vincent provided the photo for the #writephoto prompt.
What’s neither dry nor frozen hard
Makes circles red with bliss
And green takes form to guide and guard
Linked to Jilly’s 28 Days of Unreason Day 18 regarding Jim Harrison’s quote preferring to move water than ice.
Linked also to Jilly’s August Challenge. Consider this the first 4 lines of a 8 line common meter poem.
Photo: “Indoor Plant” by the author linked to Floral Friday Fotos.
Hypnotize me as you will.
My mind is out of reach
Like water leaves a lake until
It runs upon some beach.
It wants that sand on solid land.
It’s carried back from shore
To circle and not understand
Why it does not need more.
Linked to Saturday’s Image Write #8 hosted by Bekkie Sanchez.
The animated GIF of shapes and colors is by Bekkie Sanchez. See other animation mandalas and kaleidoscopes by her on Google+.
The Sun descends and so do I
Dive toward dark waters deep.
It seems I only need to try
Once more before I sleep.
Otherwise I won’t want rest
To mark this day as done.
I want to claim I passed that test
No matter what I’ve won.
Linked to Saturday’s Image Write #3.
It’s wetter than I want to be
And so I choose the land.
My weighty friend, great gravity,
Prefers that I should stand.
A boat is an alternative,
But some do sink out there.
Why leave the land and try to live
And float in some nowhere?
There are those creatures in that deep
Who wishy-washy roam.
I’ll count on waves of dreamy sheep.
I’d rather sleep at home.
Photo by the author
Hear the author read this poem on SoundCloud.
Splashing water hangs tightly in drops
Running wildly until splashing stops.
Run and know that this now
Is entangled somehow
With more joy when the pain smiles and pops.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 38 based on the photo above by Dominik Martin at unsplash.com.
Once upon a time in a wood
Where a brook flowed and ancient trees stood
It was dark with despair
Then a rose blossomed there
Through its thorns bringing hope where it could.
Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 24: Once Upon a Time.