Darling let us go out and play,
brisk air is sweet and welcoming.
Oh, my dear little feuille-morte
your deluge is so endearing.
Don’t dilute what the eyes betray,
those colors are ever changing.
Darling let us go out and play,
brisk air is sweet and welcoming.
I would love to whisk you away,
the woods are extremely healing.
My feuille-morte it’s breathtaking.
Let us dance among the decay,
darling let us go out and play.
anticipating this deluge
I hold weakly to protection
only to find this ray of joy
as sunshine lights the rain
your love blazes through my tears
Written: May 04, 2024
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Trapped
b e n e a t h
a n ~ u m b r e l l a
o f ~ t o x i c ~ s h a m e
a n d ~ d e s p o n d e n c y
h
i
d
d
e
n
in the seclusion
of four walls...
h a r b o r s
a dying spirit.
Infused rain clouds
b u r s t
i
n
t
o
a deluge
of thoughts….
f l o o d i n g
our imagination.
“The Lord of Armies says this: These people say: The time has not come for the house of the Lord to be rebuilt.” Now, the Lord of Armies says this: “Think carefully about your ways…”
Haggai 1:2,5 CSB
THE DELUGE OF DEW
the deluge of dew
withheld by God of Armies -
temple in ruins
the God of Armies spoke
to remnant through the prophet -
they feared and obeyed
God’s pleasure to bless
as he guides His flock with love -
think of all His gifts
what are they you ask -
grain, new wine, fresh oil, ground’s yield,
the sun and the rain
and there is much more
but we’re not to be selfish -
what’s been neglected?
Dark grey clouds begin to form in the morning sky
Strong winds develop leaves begin to fly
In the distance, a boom of thunder creates a sinister sound
Rain pours from the heavens scattering children from a nearby playground
Up above lightning dances across the sky
Small planes become grounded far too dangerous to fly
Storm drains start to overflow too much water to bare
Time to seek shelter no time to spare
Trees from a nearby forest begin to sway side by side
A car pulls up the driver offers me a ride
An act of kindness I can’t refuse
I found my escape from this incredible deluge
O shadows why I know thee not?
Thou came so muffed in haze in fog!
O stop for once !O peace! O love!
O haze of eye, O heart of dove!
Which darkish clouds are on the sky?
Which watery waves afloat at sides ?
All wail and cry across the sky
On yonder hilltop reached the tides
I need Noah's ark of palmy bark
O stop for once deluge of love!
Thy Holy Temps, thy mosque and Church
For torn off hearts refuge of love
O hark O hear , the wounds thou bear
To Him more than all world art dear
The One who smiles at thee from high
Thy Lord who lives in heart of thine
My Autumn dreams come out of heart
And sore on clouds on high and high
O come and with thee take my words
On gusts of winds to moonlit sky
O heart O vale, May not thou fail
He on His Eden gate Thee hale
This world was not for sake of Thee
He made for thee a home on high
This dust of thine to dust may flee
Go soul, Thou fly on seventh sky
silver swords strike
red mountain
exposing the night
flash bang x-rays
bombarding my soul
rattling windows
tin roof deluge
staccato
gushing down my heart
cleansing the gutters
spring shower
desert gold
invigorating my spirit
renewing cactus flowers
fragrant fresh morning
tender breath from above
gentle sun warming
red blossom dripping
sweet nectar of heavenly love
wee hummer sipping
Expectations roaming unbridled in my brain
Like high hopes, they command my attention
After a dry spell, like the promise of rain.
Plans so rich in their promise I feel the strain
Vying with each other in bouts of contention
Expectations roaming unbridled in my brain.
With just a few I’d have so much to gain
But I’d need a giant storehouse for retention
After a dry spell, like the promise of rain.
These fantastic ideas fall like a spring rain
I’d list them, but there are too many to mention
Expectations roaming unbridled in my brain.
I haven’t the time to explore or explain
The intricacies of each, depth, or dimension
After a dry spell, like the promise of rain,
Then, they come to me, a deluge so plain
Sometimes causing me much apprehension
Expectations roaming unbridled in my brain
After a dry spell, like the promise of rain.
Written November 7, 2022
the recent spectacle of the chandelier of stars has gone out
now lightning streaks the edge of the low sky
there are nervous gods above the clouds and they cry a deluge
the water and hail fall in fringes over the restless city
the dogs retreat to bark in their apartments
how many popular cars fit on this avenue?
look like cockroaches running away from the downpour
the leafy tree shakes madly with the gale
knocking down branches and nests and frightened chicks
when everything passes the moon comes to take a look
checks the damage and hides in shame
behind a reticent cloud that insists on disappearing
summer in the southern hemisphere settles in with violence
the beaches will be sunny in a few days
but until then the instability of spring will still cause its rage
A rolling drum of thunder resonated
outside lightning twisted across the grey
expanse of sky simply inundating.
Trees began to tango, swirl and jive
while sheets of rain plummeted from clouds
pummeling our startled lawn,
emboldening the rhododendrons to bloom,
liberating the Clematis to sprout,
invigorating and exciting the whole garden
and all before the first day of spring.
After spring’s deluge,
dawn rains down with brilliance as
the meadowlark trills.
Long ribbons of pastel hues
form an arc across blue sky.
March 6, 2022
for M. L. Kiser's Springtime Beauty Tanka Poetry Contest Poetry Contest
Incessant rain,
incessant pain
a primeval fury.
People run like mad.
The river overflows,
there's no escape
but to the highest hill
they go.
Alas there is no shelter there,
and rain falls without break.
Children are now safe.
They splash in mud,
they dive in shallow pools,
throw water at each other,
laugh, filled with delight.
Soldiers bring food
and at last some tents.
A modicum of shelter
finally arrives.
Still there's incessant rain.
Still children play,
while women, eyes wet, look down
towards the vales
and wonder where
their husbands drowned.
deluge
old man winter pours buckets....
inside farmhouse wet
ingenuity in use
rain water poured in bath tub
Cloudy turbulent skys full of destruction,
Clap of thunder the downpour begins,
Sandbags piled up the door,
Waves are lashing the shore,
Flooding begins to start,
The drains can't cope they overflow,
And still the deluge continues,
The sandbags not enough,
Flood water gains access,
Furniture piled up high,
The rain just doesn't care,
Flooding gets higher and on the stirs,
It's time to evacuate leave now
She was kinder than light
to an up-reaching flower
and sweeter than rain
to the bees in their bower
where anemones blush
at the affections they shower,
and love’s shocking power.
She shocked me to life,
but soon left me to wither.
I was listless without her,
nor could I be with her.
I fell under the spell
of her absence’s power.
in that calamitous hour.
Like blithe showers that fled
repealing spring’s sweetness;
like suns’ warming rays sped
away, with such fleetness ...
she has taken my heart—
alas, our completeness!
I now wilt in pale beams
of her occult remembrance.
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