Dale Gregory Cozart Poet Quatorzain

There'll Be No Rain

There'll be no rain the forecast said
til January's wounded pride
erupts upon the bloomless beds
and weeps a pewter morning tide.

There'll be no rain for many weeks,
just plenitudes of overcast
that burn away as daylight peaks,
when noon's anemic sun is cast.

There'll be no rain, no wet respite
to irrigate depleted earth,
just flaxen grass in withered plight
that dampens all my yuletide mirth.

There'll be no rain this Christmas Day,
just arid hillsides' umber splay.

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Gregory Richard Barden January 22, 2018 at 10:12 AM (cont'd) ... that you strive to do the same, and I admire that a great deal, my friend. So many people stuff "big" and fancy words into their work for the sake of sounding profound and eloquent and "deep", (and some folks fall for it), but they do so in ways that either make no sense OR just muddle the beauty of it. But you are creative with words and phrasing in ways that are unique, but still make sense and enhance the beauty of the poem. THAT is what I love! Blessings, my friend! :-) John Hamilton February 9, 2018 at 1:36 PM Actually this sounds like something you would write Greg, well done Dale! Dale Gregory Cozart January 22, 2018 at 10:14 AM Thanks so much, Greg!

Gregory Richard Barden January 22, 2018 at 10:08 AM Awesome! This is being "fav-ed" immediately ... nothing within this one that I don't adore ... the mood and phrasing, and you enjoy descriptive words as I do, and using them in fresh ways to emote ideas and impressions. These things are VERY important to me, as I strive to NOT write in a style that has been written in a million times already, but to DO so, (and use "fresh" phrasing and words"), in ways that make SENSE to the average reader, otherwise what's the point? I can tell clearly (cont'd)

Agnes Krampe December 27, 2017 at 2:03 PM I love the imagery in your poem, Dale. You're in Southern CA, do I remember that correctly? You really need rain badly there. Hope the rains come soon. Dale Gregory Cozart December 27, 2017 at 2:15 PM Thanks, Agnes. We certainly do need rain.

Mike Gentile December 27, 2017 at 1:11 PM HI Dale, I enjoyed you poem and would be happy to send you some of ours!! I also like the line " January's wounded pride" Dale Gregory Cozart December 27, 2017 at 2:14 PM Thanks so much, Mike!

Jan Allison December 27, 2017 at 12:30 PM What a wonderful poem Dale I especially love January's wounded pride I am sure she wished her garden was brimming with beautiful colour ... I noticed this so lacking in your poem this time! Wish I could send some over Dale we gets lots and frost and ice is forecast for 2 days. Hope Christmas day went well!!!!:-) hugs jan xx Dale Gregory Cozart December 27, 2017 at 12:39 PM Thanks, Jan!! I wish the garden was brimming with color, too!