All the ways I have been on this planet...this is one of them.
Please Soften Me
I am the hard earth
packed down by the passing time,
the tread of many
heavy feet, baked by
incessant sun through the days
of my exposure.
I hope your rain comes
to soften me, to seep in,
to loosen my joints,
to wet my dry veins,
to get my heart's blood to move
as it should once more.
First Posted as edited, February 8, 2009
Written sometime before that.
Salted
ReplyDeleteScorched earth, cracked and crazed
Salted and windswept
Winter rain far off
The horizon red
Soon to be black
Water flowes or pours
Filling the planes from horizon to here
Water the gold and coin
Life is destructive
But soon flowers and frogs
Singing of the miracle
Life can bring
After a dry spell
Gorgeousness!
ReplyDeletethis touches my heart and soul today; last night, first rain in weeks, i felt myself drinking from the sky.
ReplyDeleteyes, we are in need, aren't we. i see you here inside these lines clearly. i look for me.
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erin
Erin it is my hope that you see me. Thank you for claiming so.
ReplyDeleteJoseph and Harlequin, thank you. Oregon rain, at least in my area is more frequent at this time of year, but August and September will be dry.
ReplyDeleteWhen the sweet rain falls
ReplyDeleteWhen the sweet rain falls,
pulling the pollen down
licking your parched hair curly,
your cracked lips swell,
softening like the thirsty clay
under your feet, like a kiss
you’ve waited long
and lonely years for,
and can’t quite savour fast enough
to ever appease that ache,
that ravenous, infinite hunger
Rachel, I wish I could really express the feelings I get when you engage me like this. I guess I wish this for transparency with all the others, since I think you actually know and act on an inner life very similar to mine. I think we act together because you and I both seem to reply to each other so effortlessly - and then just as easily go off and lead our different and separate lives.
ReplyDeleteWhat a blessing. Just this is worth the whole of the blogging experience. That's what I think.
Larceny In My Heart
What is this about
that you would know my old ways,
that you curled my truth
to match my curly
youth when I'm all straightened up,
a good and true masque
for an old actor
with larceny in his heart
and a yen for you?
*****
See how easy that was? God I love it so.
I value this magic too, Christopher, more than I have the words to express. :)
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