The first visible ray of sunshine
Is snatched from the unyielding sky
Murky waves lurking in a single line
Turns the tide in a significant way.
Hymns are sung to the melody of water
Bedlam with elapsed goals and dreams
The cloak is the tackle of rhyme matter
Repeatedly downrush freely at the seams.
The cliff is painted by the morning light
Also, the stones there are truly talkative
A calamity that was merely sketched right
For ancestor's bones, there's no alternative.
Word conflicts hump my tongue twitch
So I'll never be able to satisfy my hunger
Notably, when one has multiple switches
Blowback with a clap of fury and thunder.
The pen in my grip has me feel like a judge
with no verse left to the whims of chance
If I'm the blaze, no one can hold a grudge
Indeed, I was conceived for a floor dance.
Written: April 28, 2023
Categories:
downrush, analogy, appreciation, character, river,
Form: Rhyme
Cascades of thunder growling from behind
Embraced as one without a thought or care
The dreams of lovers laced and thus entwined
As torrents fall while we are unaware
Beneath the foam our two souls are aligned
Amid the icy spray crossing the air
Cascades of thunder growling from behind
Embraced as one without a thought or care
The glistening shards of first light unwind
The sun rising, a new day makes it’s dare
To love as if love has ne’er been defined
Beneath the waterfall our hearts were bare
Cascades of thunder growling from behind
Embraced as one without a thought or care
© JG Farmer 2017
Form: Rondel Prime
Categories:
downrush, love, nature, water,
Form: Sonnet
Leaves fall in the Fall.
Leaves flump in the Downtick.
Leaves flop in the Glide.
Leaves founder in the Comedown.
Leaves descend and drop in the Tumble.
Leaves nosedive and lurch in the Downflow.
Leaves pitch and capsize in the Forced Landing.
Leaves topple and cascade in the Gravitation.
Leaves abseil and rappel in the Descent.
Leaves coast and sideslip in the Downrush.
Leaves skid and avalanche in the Dropping.
Leaves swoop and plunge in the Coast.
Leaves settle and precipitate in the Cropper.
Leaves glissade in the Glissando.
. . . where's a rake when I need it?
Categories:
downrush, nature,
Form: Free verse