grey skies and
drip drops on window panes and
the perfect day to nap your stress away
and
the perfect evening to be lulled into deep deep sleep
~~~
evening pages
much much later than normal poetry time
[am i just doing this
to say that i did it?]
[isn’t that all life is anyway?]
~~~
i think
three
poems is enough poems
for such a late late night
poem-writing-time
birds
swooping down in
the rain
puppies
pawing at the floor
for attention
and the outside
and the inside
always have some parallels
but it’s the liminal spaces in-between
where i find my own comfort
Three Musings on Summer Thunderstorms:
the sky darkens to post-sunset dusky grey
and a lightning bolt passes by my window
the rumble of thunder
the stream of rain
and this summer storm is at it again
[i love this weather]
~~~
thunderstorms make me smile
interrupting the daily toil
of sunrise and shine and set and night
darkening a summer morning
or lightning-flash-brightening
midnight pitch black,
sounds escaping our atmosphere —
booms and cracks and the smacks of hard raindrops
cleansing the air
feeding the ground
offering greener hues when the showers subside
and summertime just isn’t summer
without
~~~
drench me in rain
fill my ears with thunderclaps
and my eyes with bright bolts of lightning
let me taste a summer storm
and offer my nose the delightful scent
of petrichor
as the pressure changes
and my heart grows
and i know
i’m present and whole.
the rain falls
or just stalls
upon our little home
and we, cozy
inside, hide from the
wind and wet and chill and
catch our morning
here and now
a sudden sad
is it the rain?
is it my own mistake
in ordering our breakfast day?
is it my hormones
being completely out of balance?
is it my mood disorder
and some sort of need to meditate?
or is it living under late-stage capitalism,
watching systems that care more for profit
than for people,
and observing tragedies,
wars,
and genocides
half a planet away
that i almost almost almost almost feel
i have some power to stop,
when in reality
i absolutely
do not?
guess it’s probably the rain…
this kind of rainy day
sets the pace
for homebodyness
huge droplets seen
from the safety of my window screen
seem to beg me to stay
home
where it’s safe
and warm
and dry
but i
have things i’d like to accomplish
errands i actually need to run
and my own mental health to think about
what’s a little dampness from the rain
when considering
circus?
why are our plants so dusty?
why can’t i concentrate
on anything
but my own failings?
why is the puppy barking so loud?
doesn’t she know i’ve had a headache for days now?
will my nap
help any
of my focus/sadness/pains?
will the lesson later help my body
regain some of its magic
[maybe]?
[some questions for another rainy morning]
dreary rain
rainy day
the splatters from the showers
pounding down on the roof over our heads
and lull us to sleep
lull us awake
to participate
in this
dreary rain
rainy day
dreary rainy day
sudden raindrops
out of a halcyon sky
[so cloudy
it mimics
a deep clear blue]
one drop
then two
then a few
only on me
only on me
until they start to fall
on kip
and computer too
and we walk
swiftly
(but don’t run)
back home
to enjoy this summer storm
in peace
and
coverage
it certainly is
a rainy day
tho the rain is not pouring
the vibes
are grey
and cozy inside
kipventures 