Owl Has My Soul
Nov 10, 2021
This poem is part of the contest:

The Weather Report

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The Wet Coast Condition

Temperate forests sometimes do not breed temperate minds.
It's not easy being green with the incessant
pitter-patter, let's get at 'er that soaks the ground deep.

The land receives the great return;
drinks its fill and lets the rest spill where it will.
Gravity the guide for such things as
rivers become waves in the sea.

And amid dreams of bright blue summers
the grey wetness will cleanse or depress,
by choice or condition, no less.

A test of equanimity, of acceptance and serenity
The drizzle and torrent, sprinkle and storm;
blurred tail lights and the foot soaking puddle you try to avoid.
The gloom that lets dark thoughts enter the room.

Or the rhythmic sustain of a steady rain
that shepherds you again off to sleep
The moss laden forest where growth
is the main colour you see.

May the choice always be yours.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Here on Vancouver Island we are blessed with lots of green... We are now in the months where payment is due...

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Canada, BC

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Comments

C

what can I say say I do love your work
good luck on the contest

O

Thanks Mark :-) I was in a bit of a writing lull and being prompted by the contest helped get the muse back. British Columbia has had massive flooding with highways and bridges wiped out... Thankful I live on higher ground. Real extreme weather happening. At least the sun has come out the past two days...

Geezer

piece is moistly a reminder of the grey and dreary skies that must prevail over your piece of the country; I also see the blindingly beautiful blue sky and the yellow warmth of the sun. I think that it was the line: "And amid dreams of bright blue summers." Funny how one line can make a or break a poem for some. Good job! Good luck in the contest! ~ Geez.
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O

So in my part of the world, 4 inches of rain has fallen over a 48 hour period and it all goes downhill -- much of the low lying sections of Greater Vancouver (a river delta system) is under water. Landslides across the province have wiped out major highways. State of Emergency... all of that. I live in a higher section so I am fine, but local bridges are out. My company is not receiving needed supplies/shipments due to it all. It really was a storm of the century...

C

I liked the way the poem moved between the description of the weather and its impact on nature in general while also including the thoughts of one who experiencing it all and how it can affect mood either positively or negativity depending on choice. About the only comment I'd make is the title isn't really reflected in the poem itself, I wouldn't know from reading it that the location is the coast I actually thought more of forests and open land, but that's just me.

Catherine