Ode to Rain

This was the first poem I posted on WordPress/Jetpack. I’m playing with the setting to see how to post it again, Sept. 15, 2022.

Ode to Rain

You encourage the flowers to grow. But then I have to mow.

Blossoms bring forth fragrances sweet. But wait, bees! I scream, running in defeat.

Summer shower, cool a blistered ground. A popcorn shower, I feel like a rat – drown.

Drops bloop on ponds making happy little fishies. Shoes soaked. Toes are icky and squishy.

Birds sing your praises to heaven high. Tacky hair spray, matted to my scalp, I shall have to pry.

Drip from the tip of a leave ever so gently. Did you have to soak me so densely?

Clover feds rabbits young and fun. I could use a towel. Dry me out sun.

Children love all the puddles. Gray days make me sad. I muddle.

Whistling wind is a peaceful sound. I’ll never find my brellie. I bet its 3 streets down.

The pounding on a tin roof is perfect for sleeping. Thunder scares my dog. Leaves me weeping.

Beautiful lighting streaks across a black sky. I pray this anxiety coat my dog will try.

Sleep is my friend. I need it badly. As long as this thunder is around, I will get none sadly.

The End

When I reviewed this on-line, the layouts wrong. Not sure how to fix it.

In April of this year, the Kentucky Arts Council did a KY writers month. Where every day in April the posted a different writers work. It had to be in video format. The author reading their work and under 2 minutes.

https://youtu.be/gsJPkH3SAvw

Sing

A veil has been lifted.

Images still being sifted.

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Objects I can’t identify.

Blinded by the sun, intensify.

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Can’t see. Sing.

That’s all I can do to bring – 

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order to the madness. 

Drown out the sadness. 

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Words are my song.

Everyday they grow strong.

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After years and tears.

Did I really want to see these fears?

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A cage surrounds me. 

Sing. Sing, can this really be?

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Where does my song go?

Does it plant roots to grow?

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Faint songs come to my ears.

Everything’s so far. Nothing near.

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Then one day a new something has come into view. 

Yes, very new.

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A new bird. A new song. A new cage?

Sing. Turn the page.

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Sing. Words are my song.

Showing words to belong.

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A new song is being sung.

Sing new song. Very strong.

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A clink. 

A blink. 

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Caged birds no more.

But my wings are sore. 

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Can’t fly through the open door.

Sing. Sing your score.

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I hear the melody.

Could it be a remedy?

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Sing. Inside or out.

Leave behind the doubt

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Sing.

Holy Week; day 7

This week is Holy Week. The week between Palm Sunday and Easter Sunday. Each day of Holy Week, I’m going to post a Bible verse.

These verses do not necessarily have anything to do with resurrection.

Matthew 5:18

Till heaven and earth pass, one jot or one tittle shall in no wise pass from the law, till all be fulfilled.