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RIVULETS OF WATER, HEAVEN IS SHEDDING
AIRBORNE TEARDROPS OF JOYFUL REJOICING
INCANTATIONS OF CELESTIAL STAR BEAUTIES
NEBULOUS LIGHTS, RAINBOWS IN THE CLEAR
Run down the tears
A weeping mother
In absence of her son Sun
Never ending sorrow
(Dedicated to Folake)
Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.
Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.
May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.
Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.
Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.
Trickling down my window, pear shaped droplets fall
Happy memories of wet galoshes and volatile scented pine
Earthy smells of fermented mushrooms and fresh cut grass
Streaks of sunshine peeking through like scented lemon zest
Cardamom spice escaping from a warm old kitchenette
Every rain drop is an invitation to cuddle up and stay inside
Nested eggs wobbling underneath a rain drenched tree
The smell of happy flowers perhaps imagined but I think of mulching berries
Ozone scented water faintly light like chlorinated laundry soap
Falling water makes me think of the heady floral scent of summer lilies
Resin smell of burning leaves coming from my back yard, a toke of rain inhale
Another rainy day for me to soak inside my dreams, like a marshmallow man
I lay my head against the window pane and watch the slumping apple tree
Noon tomorrow the rain will stop and I will bake me a pie then smell and sigh
Written by:Mystic Rose
November 13, 2013
Contest: Fragrance Of Rain for Nette
Mountains feel its cascade.
Yesterdays remember its destruction.
Blossoms drink its delightfulness.
Estuaries enliven effervescently.
Sunshine shimmers during sprinkles.
The freedom of rain exhilarates.
Acclimates the atmosphere.
Invigorates the soul.
Nurtures all that lives.
Omnipotent and cyclical,
© July 16, 2011
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: best RAIN poem
Sponsored by: ¥ Destroyer ¥ Poet
Note: mizzling - definition of mizzling by the Free Online Dictionary ...
To rain in fine, mistlike droplets; drizzle. n. A mistlike rain; a drizzle. [Middle English misellen ...
B_ Balm of sun behind clouds
L_ Leaves singing long and loud
E_ Enemy heat and drought gone
S_ Summer's fury had lingered on
S_ Signs of blessings pouring down
I_ Inviting coolness and rain sounds
N_ Now can once more enjoy porch's
G_ Greatness without fear of sorch
S_ In just a few hours, gone is torch
We have had temperatures of high 90's
with heat indexes of over a 100..Some
days 110..The rain has been scarce and
when it rained was 1/2 inch or less..
Praise God for the rain and the cooler air..
when the clouds turn gray the sky turns dark there’s no running because the rain doesn’t have eyes unlike the hills the rain can’t see more like cupid it is blind
when it rain everyone is getting wet rain doesn’t care if your white black or even a mocha frappe it doesn’t care if your rocking the new Jordan’s and that your hair just been tortured by chemicals and that you wore that new I love pink jogging suit that he really likes
rain doesn’t discriminate unlike that next door neighbor who watches your every movement because in their mind the darker the skin the more sticker the fingers are
Rain dosent stop because you decide to **** the world and be who you want cause no one else matter
Rain doesn’t fall upon those with lighter or darker skin it isn’t racist unlike that store clerks who guards who watches Hispanics because he know there history of sneaking in and out why can we be more like nature more like the rain
The rain fell
Splattering upon my open face
Mixing with the tears
Dripping, trickling down my neck
As if the stars above were weeping too
As if someone above was crying along with me
Helping my tears to fall.
The rain fell
Washing away the world
Taking with it the pains
And the horrors and wounds
As if we were being given a second chance
As if we were to be set back to the beginning
To start over.
The rain fell
Wails splitting the skies
Clouds rushing across the blackness
Stars blurred, covered
As if everything were running away
As if something was chasing it all away
A memory, maybe.
And I still stood there
In the middle of it all
Raindrops and tears running together free
Watching, crying, letting go
A new start, something told me
A chance to heal the hurts and bruises
To clear salted tears
And wipe everything away
And maybe, after it’s all over
I’ll be back at the beginning
Laughing this time, smiling
Thanking the stars above,
Thanking the someone above
For this new chance
This new start
But for now,
Just for now,
The rain fell.
Today began much like any other day
Help for above must be on the way
Everything seems to get soaked by the rain
Realizing the sorrow it erases the pain.
Anything can happen I’m living proof
Inside I stay dry sheltered by the roof
No one can hear me, so what good are the words
Sounds so familiar like you’ve heard it before.
Too many emotions seem to get in the way
Against all odds I still arrive at today
Retreating to only gain the ground once again
To you, my love, I shall always send.
Some people come in soaked from the rain
Totally washed out, nothing was gained
Only the rain really knows for sure
Followed by sunshine it feels like a cure.
All of the pieces of the puzzle are in place
Leaving it behind just to join in the race
Losing it all and then starting over again
Answers I don’t know yet remember when.
Ghosts from the past come from out of the fog
Air is quite heavy saturated with smog
Inside the rain can’t get to me
No one shall know what the future may be.
The majestic, strong-willed beauty I hardly know
Hued in perfection of limpid white, pink and yellow
Ever steady and loyal to the rich soil I’ve never sow
Rendering sweet bloom, even if, my summer waned
Alive always at the onset of rain…of sorrow and pain
At the lowest ebb of life, a smile, from you I truly gain
Nurturing in silence the swollen heart, again and again
Lovely charm of floral trumpet shaped lives, without me
In a tiny pot, but never raise a hue and cry, for me to see
Lonesome solitude, besetting her when cold winters pee
Yet, she keeps and maintains a rare elegance, just for me