Watching movies on Xmas eve… Lights out, America it’s a full-moon Xmas this year and here I am the night before Xmas eve preparing to sleep alone That’s what Xmas means to me I’ve got a tiny metal tree a nativity scene in a box stockings packed safely away Another silent night? That sounds about [...]
Tag: rain
The meeting has begun (A poem)
Yesterday afternoon… The slapback echoes as the door clicks shut Keys jangle footsteps walk off into the distance A whooshing comes from outside an unseen someone walks through the doorway before the slam of the door cuts off the sounds of the rainy afternoon A man stands up and begins to speak (12 December 2015—posted [...]
Sleep (A poem)
More or less self-explanatory… The distant hum Falling rain Quiet The night come down Peace in this moment Some things are better left behind troubles of the day Sleep Surrender to the night Close your eyes Sleep (1 December 2015—posted December 2)
Beneath the crown (A poem)
Trying something slightly different… Fetched far was the proposition Less of weight I felt as I waited for the results of wishes and work my way to come Sadly, there is no right of birth handed down from parents grand The facts of life are brutish and blunt rarely embellishing upon the tales of battles [...]
The spider outside my window (A poem)
For the last few weeks, there has been a rather large spider web outside my bathroom window, built by a rather impressive-looking spider. The spider seems to occupy the web only during the day; at night, it camouflages itself by moving up to the back of the outdoor floodlight… Her web deformed by the first [...]
After the equinox (A poem)
Up too early—a bit chilly this morning… Rain has returned the air grown cold Time to close the windows and warm up the blankets Autumn does not pretend to be what it is not It knows its light grows dim as the days grow shorter and the bare trees in the courtyard reveal their secrets while [...]
A rainy Tokyo afternoon (a poem)
Today’s prompt in The Daily Poet: Day-By-Day Prompts For Your Writing Practice, by Kelli Russell Agodon & Martha Silano, is to write a pantoum—a poem in which the second and fourth lines of one stanza are used as the first and third lines of the following stanza. What do you suppose she’s thinking now? It’s been twenty-three years since [...]
Friday morning. Rain. (a poem)
A bit frustrated with my writing the last couple of days. An acceptable result from Friday… Rain on the ground this morning drops of water dot my windshield a surprising scene for the middle of July That telltale damp in the air the scent of rainfall lingering as I walk down the steps It’s a [...]
Thursday morning, partly cloudy (a poem)
An early start this morning… Thursday. Still waiting for rain. The skies got cloudy for a day or two with only a breeze to show for it. A lot has collected in the air these last few weeks— fear, grief, anger— we need a good rain to wash it all away, so we can step [...]
Morning rain (a poem)
It rained last night and this morning… I woke up this morning to the sound of rain the only thing that makes any sense after all we’ve heard and seen Soon the clouds will part to make way for the new day’s light Will we choose to cover our eyes or will we try to [...]
