Kitty's and the wettish people's water is what wet Gray Sins deserves!
my arm hangs off bed
wet noses tapping my hand
wake up --potty time
rain falls on old tin
a stray cat slips through soft mud
mud marks my old path
And I’ll lie on concrete floors
Gathering strength
To climb onto silk sheets
Thinking about dropped beats
Fight off the sleep deprivation
To circle the block, check the house and the yard
And I think of your handwriting and the lines on your face and trace your back like a map to the place
Where it’s warm and it’s dry and it’s safe
Tucked away
Every day
And maybe there’s more than we’re given
But when I just sit criss cross and listen
I’m Mary, daughter, John on a mission
Knowing what I’m meant to
Feeling like He felt too
I ran into you last week
It felt like wearing wet socks
I would’ve asked to come home
Just to dry off
I want your carpet between my toes
And the door on lock
I’d thaw by your fireplace
You would make tea
We don’t have to talk
We could just blink
I’d leave before sundown, it wouldn’t get bleak
We don’t have to talk
We don’t have to speak
The roller left a wet
Textured topography
On the drywall
A fresh
Continent
Of liquid chalk
Under a steady
Unblinking gaze
The gloss begins to warp
The fumes carry
A quiet hum, a frequency
That unlatches the deadbolt of the mind
My eyes
Track
A single, rebellious drip
A slow-motion comet
Cutting through
A matte sky
In the five seconds
It takes
To drop an inch
I have built
A city
In my head
Lived a lifetime
Inside a song
I forgot the title of
And wondered
If the sky
Feels this heavy right before it rains
The perimeter is curing now
Turning dull
At the edges
By the time
This surface
Loses its shine
I will have traveled
Lightyears
And forgotten my way back
CHILDREN AND THE WET GROUND
Children run and play.
Suddenly, thunder is heard;
But no raindrops fell:-
What came raining down were bombs:
Leaving a bloody wet ground:-
GRACIOUSLY WET
River of my soul,
Flowing thanksgiving waters:
Nile-like healings…praised.
WET SHORES: A HAIKU TRIO
Waves splashing the shores.
Warm, dry sand frothed with joy:
Wet and satisfied.
Wish I were a shore,
And justice, a frothing wave:
Wetting me daily:-
Shores of injustice,
Need frothing tornado waves,
And blunt force wetting:-
Sneakers, porous cloth
poor decision for my walk
rain is soaking through.
sun barely peeks out
overcast of ugly clouds
drowning grass wants dry
.
brr
let's honie
snuggle
yesss
it spring
be
"edvard
it's chilly"
"edvard
it's sweaty"
hot'n
let's go out
it be rain'n eve
let's undress
"ooh
that be
wood
great"
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coldness of wet nose
smooshed up against back of my neck
under warm covers
In life and poems I try
not to ever have to cry.
I like to keep my words all dry.
I woke up happy, yet,
my words today - all wet.
Afrikaaps
Die oggend is nat
hul lop op hul gat skool toe
die klokkie het kla gelui
is omdat hulle nie
tuissie gedoen nie
lag hulle uit
Afrikaans Translation
Dit het gereen
die kinders loop stadig skool toe
alhoewel die skool klok gelui het.
Hulle het nie hul huiswerk gedoen nie.
Ons lag vir hulle.
English Translation
It has rained
the morning is wet
school kids are slowly
trampling to school
though the school bell
has rung.
They have not completed
their homework.
We are laughing at them.
[Poet’s Note : The direct translation of the second line in the Afrikaaps version would be : “They are walking on their buttocks to skool.”
The direct translation of the last line in the Afrikaaps version would be :
“Laugh at them” or “make fun of them” or
“laugh until they leave.”
Notice how more colourful, jiving and idiomatic the Afrikaaps version is. Because of its origin in Cape Slavery lingo, Afrikaaps attempts to make light of daily life.This was a slave coping mechanism. ]
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Enamoured of the wet.
Night-time's city-lit.
As from out whose dream seeps out
An abstract painter's.
Not least for our mixed up state
Squelchly reflected.
In love's intoxicated.
A new-met stranger's.
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