Here's one that I wrote a bunch of years ago whilst listening to the third straight day of rain on my Bermuda stone roof. It seems fitting since I'm currently listening to the plink-plonk of rain against my windows, punctuated by the occasional distant rumble-boom of thunder off in the distance.
Waiting for the Sun
(April 2003)
And so it begins
The rhythm of nature
Tap tap tapping at the glass
Smothering me in gray
Reaching in to invade my sunny soul
With cold steel needles
Long tendrils of gloom take hold
Wrapping me in despair
But still I fight
I cling to the memory of a bright sky
That feeds the light of my heart
Hoping to feel the warmth on my face
Before I break under the hypnotic pulse of God
Despite the darkish sentiments, I do love me a good loud thunderstorm! (just not for 3 days)
And we need it now to wash away all the dust and grit left over from the melted snow. We had a fantastic sunny weekend. My tulips are high up out of the ground now, reaching for the sun. I have a smattering of wild purple flowers (?) in my front garden and am gearing up for trip to the nursery for my perennials. Does it sound at all like I know what I'm talking about? Cause really, I don't. What I don't know about gardening could fill a farmer's field.
And while you're sitting at your computer, go see West of Mars for more on aging rockstar Walter. He's got a last name, and I'm guessing he likes perogies!!
And don't miss Thomma Lyn's latest musings about drawing from personal struggles to enrich your fictional characters. Awesome post, TL.
13 comments:
Heh. I jumped on the poetry train, too!
No Walter in it, though.
And thanks for the link love!!!
Very nice, Wylie. I love storms, but not for days on end. :)
isn't it amazing sometimes how tied we can be emtionally to weather. I love a rousing thunderstorm too but can recall times when the world went grey and my mood followed.
I love a stomr too--great last line
A lovely poem, Wylie -- and I love "hypnotic pulse of God."
Thanks so much for the shout-out! :) And I'm glad your weather has prettied up -- ours has, too. Hubby and I have been riding our Hawg so much these last few days it's amazing our butts haven't formed root systems to its seat, LOL! :-D
I, too, love a storm but am dragged down by endless drizzly days. Great poem!
3 days, ugh I could feel the bleh about hearing the rain for 3 days straight.
I forgot about poetry Monday, I wrote a Haiku on the EDJ.
I'll try again next week.
Susan - I'm coming over to check it out...
Christine - Yup, that particular 3 day spell was depressing as all get-out
Rhi - I LOVE a storm, when it comes in fast and furious, when you can smell the dampness in the air and feel the electricity. When it goes as soon as it came, but leaves everything refreshed and glistening green. And the smell of a spring storm - hmmmmmmm....
Emily - thanks for visiting my blog. And yeah, I had to give the Almighty a shout-out!
TL - oh, now you're making me jealous...
Robin - thanks for stopping by. Appreciate your comments
Amy - I've yet to master the haiku. I'm way to wordy for that! :)
Yay, I'm so glad I joined the poetry train. What great stuff! The rhythm in this is great. =)
Wylie! I tagged you for a verrrrry interesting meme. :) Come by my blog for details!
I love the use of words here - very precise and lovely. Nice poetry!
Poetry, a skill I have not. :)
I remember one of my poems from high school literature class... are you ready?
Basketball is a sport
You play it on a court.
:) Give me literature, give me essays, give me trashy romance *wink*... but keep me away from poetry :D
Erica and Sam -- thanks for visiting my blog!
TL - got it. My goodness, it's a long one, isn't it? I'll give it some thought before attempting...
Rash - Good start! One more line and a little syllable juggling, you could master the haiku! Or the first two lines of a limerick.
Basketball is a sport
You play it on a court
It's best if you are tall
which I am not at all
In fact I'm considered too short!
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