Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Let Rain (Poem)

Let Rain

Let rain slip
from the puffed-up lip

of a cloud,
ping like the heart

roughed and raw,
needing a little

grey light of calm.
Let rain finger

its way deep
into ground dried,

cracked, and abandoned
by the hand

that gave it
inner life. Let rain

prime resistance
against a sullen sky,

tatter the sheathing
of morning's face,

remind us how shutters
shelter against the cold.

© 2012 Maureen E. Doallas

My recording of "Let Rain":


Ruth said...

Great, varied textures in your poem, Maureen. Rain is a welcome miracle, but also a companion of storm.

Kathleen said...

Ah, rain!

S. Etole said...

Like this on many levels.

nance said...

and wings
together they
hold and warm
reach for the sky

Brian Miller said...

and that shelter may not always be a good thing, if rain finds its way to bring life...

Chris G. said...

Vulnerability, and a sense, almost, of resurrection...so much beauty held within that rain. It soothes the pains, the battering dry wastes that time or other souls may sometime wreak...

hedgewitch said...

Landscape with rain, perfectly painted.

chris said...

I read it aloud and loved the sound of it, then played your recording and heard it again, read with a different beat and sound, and loved it again. :)

Joan Barrett Roberts said...

loved this unexpected
rain & life & earth

Timoteo said...

I want to dance naked in this...

R.H. Mustard said...

Your images are so very strong and well in command here, polished to a high level of clarity, which is, of course, what poems are supposed to do. I really like the way they make me see and feel something new, yet familiar about rain at the same time. When you offer that master class, count me in.

Louise Gallagher said...

Love the rain.

Really really love this poem -- especially spoken!

Charles Miller said...

I love how you get "inside" the rain, drawing a parallel world with subjective experience. The sense of unity between the two is wonderfully fulfilling, providing a reflective state of mind that reflects so much of the soul's life.

beckykilsby said...

Really enjoyed the journey here Maureen... great selection of language and form.