Long Rainwater Poems
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Written: May 22, 2024 For Ink Empress Contest
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Whispering breeze
waltzes through trees,
Petrichor essence
is carried by its tease,
before the rainstorm,
summer symphony starts
breathless, it falls
akin to heavenly tears
tingling on skin
earlier warmed and sun-kissed
puddles cast and evaporate
silver haze was ethereal and mystical
cossetting sad at heart.
Thunder briskly roars louder.
angry skies howl
lightning shatters the sky
dazzling heat envelopes the air
sun-kissed whispering
through parched pastures
rehydrating the ground
kinopsia, dyed, bold currents
stormy rain continues
trees sway as views vanish
hills whirl with a vibrant ballet
rain relieved the heat
flowing across fields lightly
with a dynamic beat.
Morning storm strolling
flowing on flooded sidewalks
counting fading raindrops
puddles bubble and steam
indicating the briefness
of life...
On the front porch,
the rooftop roars with rain
gutters pulsate with water
rainwater floods the eaves
forming ripples on the grass
the damp summer air cools
waterfalls of rain
across hills and valleys
water beads amid wild flora
fall as white diamonds
conspicuous doors and windows
I listen to rain singing
I shut my eyes
as rain collects in puddles
sharp metal pattern
dull concrete sound
drumming oleander leaves gently.
downhill across a silky valley
behind a barren slope
drifting with the storm
revived views glide
illuminated by gold
twilight will appear shortly
amethyst rainbow is exquisite
violet dream-scapes fly
exposed radiant scarlet
as hazy languid frowns and wanes
revealing an idyllic day
breaking tenebrous haze
sadness fades firmly
deathly agony of missing time
crimson etching on a gray quilt
nature’s opium
each drop falling from above
reminds me of life's constant love
just as rain nourishes our land
love gently nurtures our hearts.
Another nightly ascent up the stairs towards my solitary bedroom.
Slightly tainted with opiate night perfumes, glistening green totems await;
O souls beyond the time before time was time,
Is there a bright future ahead?
Only the note of B flat spills out of nocturnal batrachian depths.
Strange birds are howling and the black river is almost comatose across the road.
There is a mauve, antediluvian horror clinging to my window pane.
Green tree frogs, watch my sleep as I turn into a star;
I rest in the abode of Orion and my body melts into sweet smelling lilies,
Keep your sorceries around me like green jade amulets,
Trace your rainwater sigils around my bed,
Leap into my dreams and teach me your purple magics.
O pleasures of the nightside borderland,
O silly little green things.
Before the world learned how to pronounce my name,
you whispered it into the dark
like a prayer afraid of being overheard.
You stitched mornings together
with the thin thread of your patience—
tea boiling over, uniforms drying late,
rent waiting at the door like bad weather.
I thought childhood was effortless.
I did not see
how often your hunger
sat quietly beside mine
and chose silence.
Your palms smelled of turmeric, soap,
old books, rainwater,
and the iron scent of sacrifice.
When I failed,
you did not offer speeches.
You simply moved closer
and made grief feel smaller.
Even your anger
was another form of shelter—
a storm standing guard
outside a fragile house.
I left home
with borrowed courage
that was yours all along.
Every applause I have received
carries the echo of your sleepless nights.
Every room that welcomes me
was first opened by your refusal to quit.
People congratulate me
for climbing so high.
They do not know
I have been standing
on your invisible shoulders
my entire life.
And if history remembers me kindly,
let it write this in bold letters:
whatever shines in me
was lit by my mother first.
My pants wet from the rain
The rain that falls freely around
Around the two of us a night
This night that has kidnapped us both
Both streaming with water
Water cleansing our souls
The souls that were lost to the wind
The wind caresses our faces
Our faces are bathed in love
Love radiates from our drenched bodies
Both bodies crash into each other
Other thoughts enter our minds
Minds that are so fragile with fear
Fears of what may come with the new day
A day that’s completely apart from those passed
Passed by without a thought from neither
Neither you nor I
But I don’t care at the moment
This moment is just for me and you
You grab my hand and splash in the rain
The rain that you and I laugh into
Form:
the wizard was not planning to find shelter that night
he had been surveilling an elf whose movements were not right
but a storm came up that contained pounding rain, and discomfort galore
the old wizard was soon clicking the clacker on the castle’s door
A voice said come in, so the wizard took off his hat
a puddle of rainwater was at his feet in seconds flat
I can clean that up he told the beautiful woman staring at him
No need she told him, you are most welcome, Sage Jim
The wizard was astounded, who had told her his name?
He was invited into a parlor where there was a witch of some fame.
At last! She said, we have been surveilling your movements all night.
He settled down to listen, because everything seemed merry and bright.
Next in was the elf Jim had been trailing through the bushes and trees.
I knew I could lead him to you, he told them. He was smug, this elf, Jeeves.
That’s the only part of the story I know, the only part told to me by my beard.
After this night, the wizard was never seen, for he had disappeared.
On that day of our life,
Our loudest silence shall
Turn most eyes to the ground,
Squeezing tears from their once-happy, dry faces.
We shall drive a human-wheeled car through the air
As we lay down majestically, enjoying our final trip
To the dark, silent valley of destiny,
With the crowd moving slowly while they sing hymns
And praises to the Overseer of the universe.
We shall park our car in a short, shallow valley of darkness,
As we hide our faces from the face of the world,
Taking our eternal nap in a place where no light can penetrate.
In this one-way valley of no return, we shall lay down at six feet,
Looking towards the sky, as we watch our spirits
proceed to the godly heaven.
The sound of human feet, running cars, or grazing animals
May be heard, but our screams from this depth
Will never exceed an inch away.
The crowd will return to their homes,
To their women and children,
Leaving our own to despair over the good days gone,
Hoping that the holy words are true.
Our families will console themselves by believing that,
In this valley of silence, we are dancing with the angels
And singing to the Almighty Creator.
They will faintly smile, at least knowing we will never be hungry in this valley.
But the children will cry hard, thinking that
Their parents are drinking all the rainwater that floods around.
The sun is up, and I'm up. Both the sun and I are up, we're up, we're up
Off with my sleeping clothes, off it goes, off it goes,
On with my play clothes, on it goes, on it goes,
Down the steps, I go, though careful I go, careful though, careful I go,
The breakfast table is where I sit and eat, sit and eat, seats I,
Mom eats and looks at me, looks and smiles, and smiles and smiles,
Mom says, "If you're done, wash up, then go out and play!" Wash then play, Mom says, Mom says,
Out the door, I run, run I out the door, I run and run,
My toy boat is in my pocket, it is in my pocket, my toy boat is,
I see the park where the small stream flows, it flows and flows,
There are people, everywhere. They are here and there ... they are everywhere,
There are a few people by the small stream, just a few, just a few,
Out of my pocket into the stream, my toy boat goes, it floats and flows downstream it goes,
The people are running and leaving, here and there and everywhere,
The pitter-patter of little rainwater, pitter-patter, pitter-patter,
Go away rain go away and come back another day,
Oops, I forgot, I did say that yesterday and the rain had stopped, it did stop, it did,
I guess today it looks that way, my bad, my bad, today's the day,
Back into my pocket, my toy boat, my toy boat,
Now, back to the house, I run, and run,
Sigh, I'm wet, I'm wet, I am wet to the bones,
Back home to Mom, I run and run,
I may be wet, but Mom will smile, she'll smile, she will,
Though not at first, just a bit concerned, just a bit, you know she'll be,
I'll take a warm bath and put on some dry clothes,
Then I'll do whatever,
but just a tad every once in a while,
I'll turn and smile and she'll smile too,
Now that is not bad, not bad at all ...
Car for a boat, eh!
Ram, ram, varoom!
This is one fine place for a stray....
Even if only for a one-moon stay.
No tight roping a burning fence.
No barkers belittling until I'm deaf.
The sun and shade treating me equally.
No red-hatted gnomes flicking daisies at me.
There're endless dips and nicks where I can hide.
Close my Egyptian Isis eyes and drift far away.
This is one fine place for a stray...
Oh yes.
The gray one reminds me of what I once had.
Good grub, rubber mouse, a good-hearted laugh.
A calloused hand to steady my midnight silhouette.
A wobble and sashay into that wildflower land.
Matter of fact, he once had a silky window cat.
Oh yes.
Lately he's been leaving tasty bits of food,
A rainwater bowl, a silly rubber mouse to chew.
But I'm much too gray for those kittenish games.
Maybe I'll give it a swat or two but only for his sake....
Oh yes.
Maybe, someday he'll let me in that big fancy shed.
Then I could rid myself of this purr-dicament.
Spend my final days in sweet, carefree opulence.
But trust is a precarious and most fragile thing.
Like a glass cat knickknack on the banks
of a dog-legged stream.
Oh yes. Oh yes.
Haven't seen the gray-caned one for many a day.
The raccoons cracked open my bowl of water rain.
The golden grass is bent and long overgrown.
Mr. bull thistle is kissing the Lady of the rose.
Maybe the gray one is searching both hi and low
for that mother of pearl in a forever home.
Oh no. Oh no!
I have little to say
as an avalanche of maple
spills over the back fence
and water weighted branches,
heavy with the perfume of rain,
bow and bend
in a slight breeze
and the dry throats of hollyhocks
are quenched and dribble
an excess down
stems that yesterday
stooped and wilted
under a hot sun.
And what can I say
as a profusion of green glistens
in the early morning light
and leaves wear a fresh glaze
in the cool air. How everything
has changed, gorged now
on an infusion of wet
as I walk under the trees,
daubed and dabbed
with rainwater, feeling
the sweet damp of a joy
left here as it was
passing through
late last night and now
whatever I could say
would not be enough.
10 Little challenges, in the Bush today!
We've run out of firewood, let's go chop and make the afternoon full of work and play! Phew, Only...
9 Little challenges, in the Bush today!
Our chainsaw is out of batteries, let's turn on our generator and get started for the day. Good, now we've got...
8 Little challenges, in the Bush today!
The mice are back again, let's set some little chomping traps... So that they don't stay! Alright... There's still...
7 Little challenges, in the Bush today!
The slugs are eating our veggies again,lucky we've got some left over eggshells to help guard that space... Yes! We have...
6 Little challenges, in the Bush today!
The Currawongs got to our veggies too, let's put the netting back up so they can thrive and win the race. Oh my goodness, only...
5 Little Challenges, in the Bush today!
A big tree is falling close to us soon, let's use it for warmth and also keep ourselves safe... For now there's...
4 Little Challenges in the Bush today!
There are so many flowers blossoming and the bees are everywhere, let's stay calm and not fight but embrace... Now we only have...
3 Little Challenges, in the Bush today!
Our rainwater shower is out of gas! Let's run to the shed to grab a replacement bottle, we've got to wash our face. Getting close... There's...
2 Little Challenges in the Bush today!
It's so cold that we can breathe out clouds! Let's put on our thermal gear and go play games of chase. Finally...
1 Little Challenge, in the Bush today...
I'm so sleepy before sundown, it's been a big day of helping and learning off grid. It's time for something not so challenging... A big cuddle... I love how I'm being raised.
The End.