Dark clouds
Strong winds
Before the rain falls.
I sit upon my threshold
On a comfy pillow
So my boney butt won’t hurt.
Underneath cool silvery raindrops
Trees sway in high winds
As grey skies cast over me.
My knees are soaked
My feet are grounded
Rests on steps made of cinder blocks.
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Hi Barbara
Lovely verses pour from your pen like the crystal clear raindrops...so many good lines in your poem...keep them pouring...
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Thanks raj
It’s raining everyday here for a few minutes as I sit outside soaking up the suns energy. I get inspired to write a poem as I listen to the rain coming in like a freight train of wind
freight train of wind loaded
freight train of wind loaded with muses? :)
What do you think Barbara
is it time to start a Renga on the theme of rain / raindrops?....It has been time since you indulged in a Renga...just a thought to tickle your mind..it is only fair that I start with one
Each droplet of rain
a mercenary of life
gods send from the skies
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Yes great idea
I’ll get on. Would you like to do a blog introducing it. I create the syllabus
I will be a participant
I will be a participant
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