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":
Great, varied textures in your poem, Maureen. Rain is a welcome miracle, but also a companion of storm.
ReplyDeleteAh, rain!
ReplyDeleteLike this on many levels.
ReplyDeleteshelter
ReplyDeletefeathers
and wings
together they
hold and warm
reach for the sky
and that shelter may not always be a good thing, if rain finds its way to bring life...
ReplyDeleteVulnerability, 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...
ReplyDeleteLandscape with rain, perfectly painted.
ReplyDeleteI 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. :)
ReplyDeleteI want to dance naked in this...
ReplyDeleteYour 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.
ReplyDeleteLove the rain.
ReplyDeleteReally really love this poem -- especially spoken!
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.
ReplyDeleteReally enjoyed the journey here Maureen... great selection of language and form.
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