bits of rain thing

All five bets are off
Rain long as seasons short
friends change like raindrops

At Times – flower cycle revison (concrete and color)

                                    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”

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 Storms

 
 

Night Storm
 
Rain
smells sweet
taps tempestuously
follows the thunder
before the breeze
asks for nothing
goes about its business
into the night.

Storm Watch

(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.

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.

Miles Davis

a nights festival_
straw dogs to the morning sun_
jazz notes and rain drops _

Photo Attributes. Original.

Two Poems of Rain

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.