Long Rain Poems
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Rain falls on my back, small drops sliding into my eyes,
you hold my hand gently, “Does this feel okay?”
The tiny button on your shirt quivers under my touch,
grains of sand on the little stones beneath our feet slip in water.
You turn your head, shy, but your eyes speak more than words,
checking every movement, every breath I take.
The scent of wet earth mingles with smoke from wood in the yard,
you position yourself to protect me, without saying a thing.
I feel warmth in your arms, in each brief embrace,
yet the cold rain makes my heart beat faster still.
You ask the same questions again, softly,
“Is this comfortable for you?”
You don’t rush, you don’t force—
you guide me in every subtle motion, every small detail I had missed.
When I leave, your eyes still follow me,
a final touch, a little smile hidden in the shadows of rain.
Reflection
I chose this moment because it was the first time I opened my heart to another person, filled with a mix of excitement, shyness, and a little fear. The hardest line to write was “Does this feel okay?” because it is simple, yet carries all the weight of care and attentiveness, defining the tone of the interaction. In the first draft, I included the danger of bandits in the area, but I removed it to focus entirely on intimacy and gestures. I did not over-polish the reflection, allowing the process itself—the observing, feeling, and unspoken gestures—to remain raw and authentic. These subtle details are what give the poem its strength and sincerity, making the memory vivid and tangible.
I fall a raindrop from stratus to stratum
birthed from clouds pregnant with thunder
a lion’s roar —a pride in the sky— fierce!
armed with lightning’s rip and slit
the scythe of claw and tooth finds its prey
knifing sunset’s skin desecrating cranberry rays
it’s red demise fills my see-through-eyes
Sun’s canvas shredded
I fall through tattered pages of watercolor-layers
accumulating dust and blood of the slayed day
I arrive not a predator but a peace-maker
my raiment fleece of lamb not mane of beast
I come to rest
a drop of rain who clings to a windowpane
… translucence transforms me
inside a room I see myself with my possession-pain
a swaddle-bundle I rock to soothe
pain held against my breast like a newborn
crying to be fed
nurtured with lemon-squeezed tears
and sticky sick-sweet milk of revenge
my fingertips trace my descent down the glass
I pray not to let the dark moon be my doom
I know myself like turmoil-seas know the shore
let the salt-sea’s seethe meet still grains of sand
abrasions cleanse one of crime and grime
I know myself like the night knows the morn
let the night be a knight
and capture rapture with light-swords of dawn
I know myself
the games I played with leather fringe and lace
his Marlboro face the Moët taste
the magnet attraction pulled my limbs apart
I am a tear liberated from the storm
free to fall free to fall oh I had to fall so far to be free
fall from heights where lust-wishes glisten
slip the stardust handcuffs
fall from nimbus find the limbus of self and soul
find a way to rise above black seams
and wanton scenes of my scream-dreams
translucence transforms me
I let go of the windowpane
and die to myself casting off pleasure of pain and sin
I fall to silent-sister soil inhaled to be exhaled
on dizzy wind-whimsy-warmth of first light
I fall a new drop of dew wet with sky light
as I bear Love's cross like a white lotus bears its muddy birth
My mood is purple today.
A pinch of chilly, a slap of icy rain.
The kind of mood you silently curse.
When it knocks the sextant from your self-worth.
My mood is purple today.
So, you'll say hello to me first.
Or there'll be no fake cordial at all.
This purpleness will soon pass...hopefully.
Like wind ripples in green whorls of grass.
But for now, give me a sliver of space.
Stay clear of my vibrating horn.
The one with dried blood in its thorn.
I'll stay chained to my pen for most of the day.
If you want to communicate,
click like a dolphin from a distant bay.
My mood is purple today.
Written: July 28, 2024
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There will be rainfall soon
Quietude is how we spot roots
of creative impulse
Its fragrance permeates the air
There is a brief pause in the music
There is also motionlessness in dancing
I draw deeper breaths
Yoga seeks self-awareness and focus
We must learn how to quiet our minds.
Stifling heat is gone
I relish the fluky summer shower
Focus your prayers solely on God
No punter thoughts of you
Oh, restless saffron, a hermit
What are you hoping to gain?
You are doomed!
How do we create a wagerer world?
Unless we improve ourselves.
A slow, steady trickle
Misty droplets trickle down
Cool air dispels the heat
Unraveled as if time forgot
Trees run through Haze
Thank you for respecting us
You maintain your balance
When riches long for a palace
I crave meadows
As fields tend to be evasive
Things will deteriorate with time
As the world around us crumbles.
I cannot rescue you from shadows
An unidentified person appears hungry
What can we observe?
We don't fathom where we're going
When the only thing left is a dream,
When does it first start to rain?
In a world where clouds never break,
Maybe I run till I'm breathless
Despite this, I will sustain my mask
Stars illuminate the sky
Kids wonder why
So, abide by them
with stories and explanations of why.
Can't believe we met
In a place never been set
Can't believe we get
Drops from rain and got wet.
Raindrops in your head
I wiped and dried with open hand
You thanked me and touched my head
I blushed with my cold closed hand.
Never thought we'll get so closed
In an instant we felt up close
You wiped my tears rolling down my nose
I pinched your nose colored rose.
Dancing in the rain
Wishing it will never end
Playing under the rain
Hoping nothing comes to an end.
If I ask you now
To choose someone to be with you
Will you let me know
The lucky one to stay with you?
You winked three times
Telling me I'm the one
I winked five times
Showing you, you're the only one!
rain
culminates
game
final
‘tis in
jeopardy
sun
comes
forth
to
shine
again
happiness
signifies
no
more
rain…
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1226'
Sponsor Brian Strand
7th PLACE in Brian's Premiere contest
I walked in darkness along the shore
seeking only solitude and nothing more
Thunder drummed from somewhere far away
like foreboding timpani as clouds began to play
They competed with the roar of bally waves
crashing to the beach in rhythmic laves
Everything was out of reach for me
the moon, the stars, the depth of the sea
Echoes of a nocturne were swirling in my head
Lyrics left unsung, but spoken instead
My soprano continued; the falsetto stopped
Too weak to stand, on my knees I dropped
My footprints had been erased by an ebbing tide
No longer able to run. I chose not to hide
Blind in the darkness, my loneliness daunting
a flash of lightning, then another more taunting
I lifted my eyes to the sky, to the falling rain
its sting delivered in a medley, staccatos of pain
On the edge of the sea, I waited for the end of me
My tears an ensemble, an elegy in requiem plea
I ignored the orchestra when I heard the ocean call
louder than kettle drums or the storm's howling squall
No encore would this night be able to reprise
When the flowing tide encroached, I closed weary eyes
A chorus of waves crashed like cymbals in concerto
stealing the baton from the hand of the Maestro
The moon and stars were out of reach for me
I wept as I was swept into the depth of the sea
August 28, 2022
2022 Marathon Mile 13 Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney
Hey, i say with joy
Oh to have an answer back
One with so much sense
Hey, i say boy
I then stand in the corner
As i watch
All of them go out of the world
I watched like a foreigner
And waited until they all whirled and swirled
Atlantic blues washing over, dancing to sound
Flying in the sky oh, the good feeling
Of all them being clowned
A stick of delusion
A feeling of disgust
But oh, such a taste of
of sweet trust
Hey, i say again
This time less energy
and more angst
This has to stop i say
All ignoring me like dancing in the rain
Why so comfortable
Why did i have to know
Or see i could have left
I could have forgot
But no i lead to theft
As i took the stick of joy
Went outside threw it across the floor
They run after it like running from
the waves of Atlantic blues
But for them it's the same
They're fantasy cruise
Is my reality frame
I stay away now
But boy, if i could go back
To unsee what i saw
I would take a vow
A pact, whatever it take
to get them back
I went to Uganda
a number of years ago,
to the Gulu District,
way up north.
Near where Joseph Kony
and the LRA had been.
We set up a clinic
in a school
that had been built
on one of the killing fields.
We brought in all our food,
slept in tents,
and cooked over propane.
The sunrises and sunsets were amazing.
We took pictures every morning and every night.
The Ugandans laughed,
“Don’t you have the sun where you come from?”
The field where our tents were pitched caught on fire.
A line burned steadily towards our stuff.
We rushed to move things out of the way.
The Ugandans laughed,
“It will rain this afternoon and put things out.
If not, we will put it out.”
That night the rain came.
The Nile diverted beneath my sleeping bag.
Some of us were a little discouraged.
The Ugandans laughed,
“The sun over here dries our clothes.
Doesn’t it do that where you live?”
They asked us to bring stocking caps.
We thought that was strange, but the women
in our church knitted dozens and dozens of them.
I sent back a picture, "Look! They like them!"
Later I found out they wore them because
malaria gives you hard chills even when it is
90 degrees outside.
We brought Bibles and taught their pastors.
They brought drums and taught us how
dance with abandon during worship.
I think what I learned from the Ugandans
was better than what they learned about me.
Sing!
The human spirit
That cries to the winds
Laughs with the rain
Resonate!
Voices of mercy and hate
Consoling the memories of our experience
Again and again
Vibrato!
Of penetrating spirit-filled passion
Reaching from the innermost soul
Breaking the silence like thunder
Tremulous!
Emanation of intrinsic wisdom
Sonorous to emulating
Our innermost identity
Overtones!
Cascading on the ears of gratitude
I sing fire and ice
Its mood and elation awakens us
Timbre!
More divine than nature in its greatest reverence
A heart of tears - a smile of joy
Captures the divinity of its language
Harmonic!
That all understand
Absorbing the beauty with the cantor of genius
Striking deeply in our thoughts
Serenade!
"I know this so utterly...
The hearts interpretation of our common kinship...
Our human condition liberated in song!"
Sing!
January 4, 2020
Sing It Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nina Parmenter