Day 12: Endless Rain

“It is impossible to live
without poetry and color and love.”
Antoine St. Exupery

I miss the South for its dramatic storms. When the sky opens up with a deluge of pelting drops or giant hail, and it’s “hellfire & brimstone” in the skies.  And then it’s over.  We’re having a storm now, with a long slow rain.  And true to west coast ways, the lightning & thunder are slow rolling and taking their sweet time.  Two hours later and still a gentle storm.        More lyrics…

You wake me up at 4 o’clock
saying, why stay asleep when we could talk
seems your head is full of dreams, it seems.

Open your eyes & the sky turns gray 
begin to speak down my window pain
first a mist and then a steady pour.

Rain rain, are you here to stay?
Seems you got a lot to say
so I’ll listen to you, all night/
all day…

Day 3: Poetry Pebbles

I.  Emptiness

You fall
all night
into old clay pots,
collecting for
no reason

at all.

………………….

II.  Memory

I gather you,
take you inside
trickle you

over

                      succulents

and dry dirt
that has forgotten
color of sky.

© 2012 Tara Linda

Rain Blossom

“…if I stepped outside my body I would break

Into blossom.”

James Wright~  from”A Blessing”

Inspiration for a rainy Monday.  Clink below to see others amazing macro shots.

Thirst

Standing in the street today

drinking you down

mouth open to the sky

to corral the tiniest of gifts,

each one tasting of

galaxy

cloud

cold front

Ions abandoned mid-air

somewhere far

over a lightning sea

now falling on me

past parted lips,

into one celestial

sip.

All this after counting leaves

(only red) on the left side of

the street, near trees whose secret purple

berries lie dangerously ripe

against the gray sky, with all

the childhood that escaped once-

now spinning wildly inside- into an almost scream

running uphill, eyes closed

I meet the rain that has finally

come to bathe us

clean.