All five bets are off
Rain long as seasons short
friends change like raindrops
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All I have at times is a picture in my mind of you rain comes down All I have in mind is with delicate sound sun starts to shine season’s change with time let her flow penetrates my mind and then it’s you let it flow All I have at times is a tune my mind it’s you
colorful version:
All I have at times is a picture in my mind of you rain comes down All I have in mind is with delicate sound sun starts to shine season’s change with time let her flow penetrates my mind and then it’s you let it flow All I have at times is a tune my mind it’s you
concrete poem made with font-type: “cursive” and “unsafe” colors (meaning colors that may not be standard with all browsers). What it looks like on you computer… well I have no idea.
previously posted in standard form: “I have at times”
All I have at times
is a picture in my mind
of you
rain comes down
with delicate sound
let it flow
All I have at times
is a tune my mind
it’s you
sun starts to shine
and it penetrates my mind
let it flow
All I have in mind
is the season’s change with time
and then it’s you…
metered to match the melody of ‘Pageantry’ by Fan Modine
Night Storm
Rain
smells sweet
taps tempestuously
follows the thunder
before the breeze
asks for nothing
goes about its business
into the night.
(Watching the storm from my window)
the fury come rolling up to the house,
tempest of tempting tidal
fragrance flower over the patio
quenching the Red Rock drought.
a welcomed wash.
tempest of tempting tidal
fragrance flower over the patio
quenching the Red Rock drought.
a welcomed wash.
between the curtain of rain drops,
I view a path to a menacing sky
and terrible thunder.
such noise to wake this wasteland of
quiet stagnate slumber and hazy heat.
I feel it in my chest…
my feet
my dry mouth
my dry bones.
watching the storm from my window
with both wariness and wonder.
where the noon day heat wave’s
last sticky stagnate grasp
withers and dissapates
with relief.
A welcomed awakening.
a nights festival_
straw dogs to the morning sun_
jazz notes and rain drops _
straw dogs to the morning sun_
jazz notes and rain drops _
Photo Attributes. Original.
I follow her down
Within every rain drop
is a reflection of the Sea.
through mountain meadow
through rolling river
she finds her way to the Sea
and I wonder if
within the mountain meadows,
within the rolling rivers
If I may also see
the reflection of the sea
I follow her down_
Night Storm
Rain
smells sweet
taps tempestuously
follows the thunder
before the breeze
asks for nothing
goes about its business
into the night.
smells sweet
taps tempestuously
follows the thunder
before the breeze
asks for nothing
goes about its business
into the night.
