Rain

it feels foolish
these rain prayers
deeply pondered
stranded in our shared heat
is there some unimaginable space
                          where prayers drift to?
free from time, reclusive 

rain wishing
its pulsating pop that jumps up from pavement
a life force
puddling weeds from cracks
washing all, slick and sloppy

rain that settles a hot vacuum cooler
transfiguring gardens, a floral fanfare
rambunctious ramble
with carved trumpets of open orange lilies 

in a retiring heat
we watch-wait for dark clouds in pinball collision 
a meditation on living
for rain to bud the morrow, green
in a kettle drum beating

angstenvironmentnaturerainsummerfree verse

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Marikate Kingston

April 11, 2024 at 9:46 PM

Water is like air isn't it? We could not live without it, everything and everyone would perish. "a life force" How very true. I used to tell my children to turn the water off when they brushed their teeth. "Carved trumpets of open orange lilies" How perfect, that's just what they look like when they bloom. Drip drop, a favorite of mine.

Brian Sambourne

April 12, 2024 at 3:53 PM

You're most kind in your supportive words on my Water/Rain posting, about replenishing a parched June ground. I am glad that you discovered lines that resonant with you. Be well, Marikate. I hope you enjoy these spring days that may encourage your postings. Cheers. Brian

Bill Baker

August 14, 2023 at 6:55 AM

Your verse has overwhelmed me. Susan's comment below puts my thoughts into words with clear meanings. Write On! Your poetry is as refreshing as the rain on a mid-spring day, my friend. Bill

Brian Sambourne

August 14, 2023 at 7:24 AM

Thanks very much, Bill. Truly encouraging words. I appreciate the nudge forward. Sincerest regards. Brian

Susan Ashley

August 10, 2023 at 6:13 PM

Dear Brian, the talent of your poetic pen transports me to a magical place where my intellect, imagination and heart revels in the creative beauty of your verse. Every verse a gem, rich in metaphor, imagery, alliteration and soul. I especially adored: "pulsating pop that jumps up from pavement" and "carved trumpets of open orange lilies" and "we watch-wait for dark clouds in pinball collision".. not to mention "for rain to bud the morrow, green / in a kettle drum beating" -Wow! Your golden poetry outshines, my friend. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Brian Sambourne

August 11, 2023 at 11:22 AM

Hello Dear Susan, You are most gracious + generous with your thoughtful appraisal of my "Rain" poem. Sometimes poetic devices are as plentiful as fall frost. Other times, the pen won't budge. Thank you for detailed observations you make about the poem. Sincerest good wishes always, Brian

Deb M

August 8, 2023 at 8:26 PM

Rain is such a necessity in life for so many things and also so beautiful to watch and be part of! A wonderful poem Brian….l hope it rained!! Debx

Brian Sambourne

August 8, 2023 at 8:38 PM

Hi Deb, Oh yes, we've had lots of rain unlike other parts of the world. Thank you for your drop by + uplifting comments. Be well. Cheers, Brian

I Am Anaya

August 6, 2023 at 2:27 PM

Brian, your poetry excites. I am lucky to have you express my unusual work that makes sense to you and vice versa. After all, poetry is up for interpretation, as they say, real poets understand that. I love the unusual, but the usual gets recognized more because it is safe. ;D Pete Townsand, yes! I saw The Who in concert, one of my very first. The original Pinball Wizard tune!

Brian Sambourne

August 6, 2023 at 3:31 PM

Greetings Anaya, Many thanks for your comments + insights. Poetry is indeed "up for interpretation." It meanders as do our thoughts. My thanks, too, for correcting my senior moment - it was The Who that rocked out with Pinball Wizard. Cheers Brian

Jan Allison

August 6, 2023 at 11:01 AM

Very well penned Brian and congrats on your win, I think many places across the globe are praying for rain, perhaps a rain dance would help too. got to feel for those with unbearable temperatures at the moment. I too love the Elton John connection at final stanza - have seen him in concert twice:-) hugs jan xx

Brian Sambourne

August 6, 2023 at 3:28 PM

Hi Jan, Thanks very much for your detailed assessment of my poem. As Anaya notes, it was The Who that delivered "Pinball Wizard." As for Elton John, I saw him in concert with Billy Joel - a great evening of pop/rock. I hope that you are well. With appreciation, Brian

Jim Slaughter

August 6, 2023 at 9:29 AM

We've had so little rain of any kind this summer, I'd welcome any and all of the kinds you describe so well in this piece, Brian.

Brian Sambourne

August 6, 2023 at 10:28 AM

Hi Jim, Our rain in southern Ontario has been plentiful but I know many places in the US + elsewhere are suffering. I hope that you receive rain soon. Best wishes, Brian

Kim Rodrigues

August 6, 2023 at 6:29 AM

A pinball wizard of a storm! Love the kettle drum beating! Blessings, Brian!

Brian Sambourne

August 6, 2023 at 10:26 AM

Thank you, Kim, for your thoughtful assessment of my poem with your The Who inspired comment. With appreciation, Brian

Terry Miller

August 5, 2023 at 12:24 AM

Brilliant Brian a well-deserved win; congratulations.

Brian Sambourne

August 5, 2023 at 6:36 AM

Greetings Terry, I appreciate your congratulatory message on my posting. The first stanza is problematic for some. However, your take is most encouraging. Cheers, Brian