Rain Rictameter Poems

She runs 
to top the hill 
and listen for songbirds.  
On this grayish, black and white scene, 
there are only crows in the sky,...

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this spring,
                    we'll walk among
 ...

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A Part of the Past Frozen in Time

You can
drive your whole life
not look upon the face
of harbingers in spring wet earth
Remembering the ephemeral warm
Mediterranean summers
clean...

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Winter Spirals

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solstice
light becomes dark
saddened sun hides early
grieving grays grace blankets of rain
body glove of muscle aches, sorrow scarf 
comfort in numbness, in stillness
sun smiles, warmth startles
dark...

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Sweetness
                Perfume, Flowers 
      ...

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I don’t need God,
I’ve got cable’
I don’t go to church,
Even though I am able.

I don’t need God, 
I’ve got a cell phone,
As long as someone...

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My rainy muse
clouds my mind's vision.
Colorblind to this deep blue
sea of tear-filled ambiguity.
These dim thoughts of mine want to drown me in it.
Though, I can't...

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Where did your heart go did you leave it in the rain

Drowned forgotten bloated and with wrenching pain.

Lost from the sun living in the shadows...

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Cosmos.
Trapped behind glass
I stare through blinkered eyes.
The world beyond, in rain and shine,
Bewitchingly beckons beyond the frame.
A frivolous moment in time,
Snapped in surreal flash,
Framed forever!
Flowers?



14...

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Sun
was bright
shining in the sky
i wandered in the 
lands of distant unknowingly
the scenery had a bucolic setting
the clouds harbinger-ed the arrival of rain
i could feel...

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Evening.
A harbinger,
the breeze is redolent
with petrichor. Soft rain begins.
Across my bucolic demesne, I see
My erstwhile dalliance’s town
Ephemeral it was
But such passion
lives on

That day
A willow tree
Where...

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You can 
drive your whole life 
not look upon the face
of harbingers in spring wet earth. 
Remembering the ephemeral warm
Mediterranean summers
clean Petrich or fresh rain...

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It was
a dalliance
this bucolic lost town,
just ephemeral my visit,
petrichor scents of fresh rain, just fallen,
birds songs a harbinger of me,
oh serendipity,
efflorescence
caress.

I feel
the erstwhile past
in the...

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I am
Life's traveler
From birth, a pilgrimage
Was born with me, roads I walk on
Each day, to learn and face both sun and rain
To get up again...

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