Sunday, November 30, 2014

The Story Of The Coming Rain

Bond of Union by M. C. Escher, 1956
Chosen by Tess Kincaid for this week's Magpie Tales

Thanks, Tess

The Story Of The Coming Rain

A true bent harvest,
the dry skin of the rattle,
a secular breeze
in the time of need -
splendor scattered good seed
on the plain faced hope
of mean times.

Gaze on
this: we are peeled in the breeze
the depth of canvas,
gathering all spheres
we are able on these days
that tell the story
of the coming rain
and the going of the dust
that was inside us.

I feel like that guy
in some print by Escher, some
paring of true love
or other symbol strung out
like far too much dope.

‎November ‎30, ‎2014 9:36 AM

This poem was also written incorporating all twelve words in Brenda Warren's The Sunday Whirl, Wordle 189

Thanks, Brenda

At The Mag click on any name to proceed to the creative writing.
At The Sunday Whirl you have to click on the green to proceed to the list page. Then you click on any name to proceed to the creative writing.


  1. excellent- love the strung out line!

  2. i love the first part of this especially,,x

  3. The second stanza really stands out for me.."we are peeled in the breeze" a sense of vulnerability in the air


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