Rain Dance
The rooftops appear slick
reflective mirrors of the rain
droplets large and globular
flow down the rafters to the ground.
Splashes of water tap
brushing leaves and branches
releasing dry leftovers that still cling
long passed the chill slaps of winter.
Glistening in pale yellowed light
the trees canopy the scene
waving in soft gentle breezes
that waltz on the air.
There is a drumming in the wind,
a subtle rhapsody of sounds
setting a patterned flow
to some hidden syncopated beat.
Stiff and silent wallflowers
stand staunch, stationary and mute
like stranded stickles and bladed greens
unmoved by the melodies.
More wily and free
others dance unrestrained,
frail loose stemmed beauties
drenched in rhythm to rise and flow in the rain.
Wind spinners spin unrelenting, rotating fast and slow
wet with saturating drops
loitering on the leaves and wind
anxious to be part of May’s rain dance
Categories:
stickles, may, rain, spring,
Form: Free verse
The light of my life is the tide of the tight
Which half of witchcraft is blight to unbright?
Paper of papal intent in the tent
Fare of the fate to the wittingly went
Knives are nice, but butter is better
A flick of the wrist and a twist of the fetter
Burn through the binder and break down the bricks
The deluge of delusion that stickles and sticks
Ruptured erruptions of singing to sin
Enraptured in rapture by fiddling the fin
Won't will your wont until the wight's won
Sorrowful song of the son of the sun
Lice come less when Winter won't wrest
Sum of the Summer rests in the West
Oughn't the Autumn to singe from the binge
Swing with the Spring of the tingling tinge
Donning the dawn of the bleeding night's blight
Moon dies at noon at the frightening fight
Dust of the dusk falls to slickening breath
Bright light of deep night dreams quickening death.
Categories:
stickles, adventure, allegory, art, death,
Form: Rhyme
The cat on my tongue is after the frog in my throat
I put the counted chickens all in one basket before they hatched
Broke a pulled leg, woke up on the wrong side of the bed
And I still saw right through you
Categories:
stickles, animals, funny, imagination, lost
Form: I do not know?