Wednesday, August 11, 2021

Poem: Rain Over Field

 

Rain Over Field

 

a drama of grey clouds

humors the wail-whipped wind--

and casts forth a crying, fickle curse,

 

a spell 


which coaxes the quick of plants

into lacework orgies 

of spriggish love.  


under height's misty maze, 

the nudity of worms 

wriggles its feed-me dance


until it becomes far too clear

that the lack-of-sun craves 

seeds of hope.


but the torpid drops splatter 

into ruts too doubtful,

pathways slain to passage,


secret roads, hidden in 

the urges of things, which no longer believe 

in the tenderness of water.







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7/19/25 tried to fix


7/30 .. such a bad poem, chopped it way down, refigured

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