Fog, like a shroud, hangs over the valley,
muting the morning's voice, soaking the ground.
Droplets cannonball, trying to rally,
base jump the downspouts, raise echoing sounds.
Scarce is heard but a chorus of crickets.
Runoffs form rivulets, quiet joined mirth.
Does skip breakfast, stay tucked in the thickets,
waiting for sunshine, enjoying warm earth.
Silent, it slips like ghosts through the forest,
leaving no trace but a sheen on the bark.
Seemingly endless, in the aorist,
thwarting dawn's progress, prolonging the dark.
Alone, a sorrowed lover seeking trysts,
a sodden, tear-soaked spirit in the mists…
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For the 2020 Poetry Marathon Mile 14 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney
Written on 9/10/2022
Categories:
downspouts, nature,
Form: Sonnet
Storm
Storm approaches with "wailing" winds
Fierce faced clouds "whoosh" across the sky
Lightning "crackles" then "snaps" and "pops"
Thunder "rumbles" with heart "pounding" "thuds."
Autumn leaves "scrape" across sidewalks
Then turn silver in torrent’s "rustle"
Windstorm "slams" into the trees
"Howling" "whispers" turns to "shivers"
Shutters "bang" in the "roaring" wind
Raindrops "sizzle" on dry earth
Downpours "splash" in growing puddles
Gutters "drip" – downspouts "gurgle."
Passing storm slows to a "trickle"
With "pitter-patters" of tiny raindrops
Water "drips" from leaves in clear "trickles"
Like a soothing fountain "burble."
Note: Am still having trouble with bold or underlining function so I put the onomatopoeia words in parenthesis.
10-26-21
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Contest: Onomatopoeia
Categories:
downspouts, onomatopoeia, storm,
Form: Free verse
Dwelling abandon neglected
Not at all picturesque
This decaying house
Been condemn now for nineteen months
From the roof to the porch
Harvesting ferns in garden
Overgrown growths wild grasses dandelions
Up the swaying staircase
Window,door crack and broken a mess
The sun and wind whispers through the downspouts and eves
Condemn and abandon only one on the block sees
This abandon decaying condemn dwelling
While over the yard weeds prostates growing rosette wilds killing
This nonpicturesque abandon neglected decaying dwelling
7/16/20
1st Place placement in Contest
Decaying House Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Categories:
downspouts, absence, allusion, analogy, house,
Form: Free verse
After the storm-
a strange light descends,
bathes the world outside
in an eerie glow,
painting winter's black bark
a weird iridescent green.
The clean air hums
with frog-song.
Late afternoon sun
highlights stubborn raindrops,
clinging underneath
thin, bare branches.
Brown leaf clusters,
gracing nature's oddity-
the pin oak tree,
back-lit by the sun's zany tricks,
glow like giant orange bouquets.
I listen to the drip, plop, drip
from roof-lines and downspouts,
and my spirit soars-
invigorated, renewed,
in tune with Mother Earth.
Categories:
downspouts, sky, storm, sun,
Form: Free verse
Experiencing the Rain
By Elton Camp
Dark clouds approach from the west
To the coming summer storm attest
The grass has become brown and dry
Life-giving moisture rain will supply
When rain is near, I usually can tell it
Partly because I’m able to smell it
“It’s ozone,” weather experts all say
“Lightning is why it smells that way”
For such explanation I don’t care
The storm is saying, “I am there”
Louder is the thunder as it draws near
Vivid streaks of lightning then appear
“Come inside,” my wife calls out
Her advice is wise, I have no doubt
The wind picks up and the leaves shake
A safe refuge I was then forced to take
With sudden fury, the rain does begin
It stops a second, then starts again
On the roof it commences to drum
Through the downspouts it’ll come
Now it falls in the thickest sheets
Against the window panes it beats
Raindrops hit puddles that are advancing
Old folks may say that fairies are dancing
All outside has become fresh and new
Just as a summer rain will always do
What, from such a rain, do you get?
Some feel it, but others just get wet
Categories:
downspouts, nature, rain, summer, rain,
Form: Rhyme