
Photo by Eugene Triguba on Unsplash.
Weather Permitting
I don’t write sunshine
and rainbows on demand.
I wish I were that gifted a poet,
but I’m not.
My poems form
from weather,
whether I like it or not.
I live in man-made shade;
civility and comfort covetously
carved from a temperate rainforest.
My poems rain down as unspent tears
forbidden to fall by fathers and forefathers.
My poems rain relentlessly down
like a mother’s cry for mercy
that went unheeded by
groping hands and pounding fists.
My poems rain,
pooling in cracks and bones
of glacial ancestors
pressed, locked into
bondage and shame
and left in melted recesses
long ago.
My poems rain and rain and rain,
cascading, pooling
wherever gravity lets them rest.
If I’m lucky, there is the occasional sunbreak.
I don’t write lilacs and lovelight
on lily-pad dewdrops upon request.
Buoyant thinking like that eludes me.
My poems scrawl
in greying grey smears,
churning, exchanging atmospheres.
I await haughty marine layers
that rhyme when they should not
making mockeries of landfall.
My poems tear open screen doors,
slamming them shut,
dotting the eye in goodbye.
My poems rip tree from earth,
uprooting my garden,
blocking my way out.
My poems scowl and spit
in broiling grey fistfuls,
leveling my pantry and
all my best-laid plans.
My poems rain and rain and rain;
my poems tear and rip and scowl.
If I’m lucky,
if there is a sunbreak,
and if the sun hangs low,
there may be the hint of a rainbow.
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“dotting the eye in goodbye”. Love that. Well, I like the whole thing.
Fantastic post.
And that cover is wonderful.
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Thank you. I think Puddles might be my spirit animal.
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I wouldn’t be able to pick a line or even two. The whole thing rained.
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Thank you. 🙂 One could say that it poured out of me.
I soak myself in puns too. 😉
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🙂
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Such a compelling read! I especially like,
“My poems rain down as unspent tears
forbidden to fall by fathers and forefathers.”
Tears are rather shunned aren’t they? And yet we all have to cry sometimes. I also love
“My poems scowl and spit
in broiling grey fistfuls,
leveling my pantry and
all my best-laid plans.”
The imagery in the 2nd line of that is absolutely brilliant, with a shot of humor after. Really enjoyed this read. 😊
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Thank you. glad you enjoyed it.
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Totally rode the wave of this as it poured it’s being out. Stunning.
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Thanks, Paul. 🙂
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Enjoyed savouring this poem along with my warm evening tea as it drizzles outside.
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Thank you for reading and savoring! The rain is the best.
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This kicks some serious booty.
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Heh… Thank you. I like the thought of kicking serious booty!
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Weather or man made shades, your words spark with grit and yes, rain and rain ~
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Thank you Grace! 🙂
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I know well that sense… my poem ride on darkness, and rage like storms too… I know that feeling, and writing warm they just seem tepid.
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Thanks, Björn. I agree. It’s hard to force warmth when I can’t feel it.
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What a rollicking, roiling, introspective, fascinating poem, Barry. (Can you tell I liked it?)
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I’m glad you liked it! 🙂
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I like a man who knows himself and from where his poems rain from. I enjoyed every word of this excellent write, Barry…totally entertained me. And I just came to know about Puddles from “America’s Got Talent” recently!
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Puddles was a local Seattle cat for quite a while. I’ve been a huge fan of his YouTube clips and I’m glad he got that national pop on AGT. I even saw him doing commercial bumps on Cartoon Network recently!
Thanks for dropping by. Glad you enjoyed it!
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