Wishing you all a full measure of the cup of Easter blessings, people; it's comfort and resurrection joys. May peace be yours. Kate xx
RAIN
It was nothing at first but an
advancing light precipitation:
an inkling, a trifle, a hint
of mere suggestion.
Unseen and unknown, together
we fixed our gaze out to sea and
saw the same nothing-but-something
gathering on a shared horizon.
Never speaking or exchanging
borrowed sight, we both knew;
grew fat on all its metaphors
and starved on its allusions,
its slow approach saturating
our skies, its unheard thunder
cradling our insides and making
our hollows tremble.
Its breeze lifts my hair and
strokes my skin with nearness:
all we can do now is wait
for this promise of rain.
expectation brings one closer to the precipitation of the advancing moment ... we can wait for it to arrive or do a rain dance and bring it onto ourselves ;)
I saw three meanings in this... and loved each one!
In reading and rereading the word that hit me the strongest each time was the word "light". I felt this poem, in its dualities really had more to do with light and the allegories associated than with rain...
but then again, that is just my take on it. :~)
This was almost like standing there with you. You sure do know how to lure the reader into your writings. A very amiable quality my friend. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
YOur imageries SCream out Kate!
What a lovely adornment of wetness here, A poem written with such a gently loving touch!
I enjoyed!
Write On!
Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Lady Sweet Shexooo
STay Positive!
STay STrong!
From our home to your home, HAPPY! EAster!
Thank you for sharing such a beauty of a poem!
what a diet ._. to grow fat on your metaphors .(). to decipher desserts from the main dishes would be or (maybe) not to be/come the most difficult _ But oh my .~ () ~. those appetizers * evol _ Ted
Beautiful in imagery...and beautiful words to ponder.
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on March 21, 2008
In this, I can see you and doggie, down at the waters edge, watching that marvelous sight of storm clouds gathering. But Kate being Kate, You'll have wandered off in to la la land, being pelted by the stair-rods and think, oh yeah it's raining, how long has that downpour been happening... lol. I'd hazard a guess you wrote this in your mind just before the incoming storms of late... First rate Kumulus Kate......
...how wonderful to know the moment...instant...felt...and then the coming...distanced...yet close...seen...anticipating. Your words Kate...have given me all of this...in winded gray...and a salty floral spray.
my wishes of Easter are for you also Kate...
John
Wow, I could smell the rain and the sea, feel the breeze and the light fall of raindrops kissing my skin, lovely writing and a Blessed EAster to you and yours- Michelle xxxx
You have a brilliant way of bringing in a lot of meaning out of something so vital, important but so ordinary most people miss it! That's what real poets do best - speaking of "the sweet earth & the summer rain" - we had a few doses here in Fla - we're rolling fast to summmer now!
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on March 21, 2008
Aw Kate, only you could bring this delightful play on the life-giving rain . . . You never fail to either bring a smile to my face or give me reasons for some deep pondering . . .
Sweet Kate as always when you pick your subject you pick one that you can wrap your heart, mind and soul around and this is no exception. I could almost feel the first droplets of rain as it washed down on me as we stood hight on a cliff top looking out to sea.
hugs
Fee
Of all the Manna From Heaven, rain is the first to my mind. Nothing happens without the rain. Thank you for giving my favorite part of nature such tender treatment. This is a quiet and sneaky bit of great writing, and you show mastery of the pen in doing it. Thanks. - Bill
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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grew fat on all its metaphors
and starved on its allusions"
great lines...
metaphors inside a metaphor.
Axilea
It brings a lot of meaning to, simply, rain. ;)
Beautiful!
Warmest regards ...
Reginald V. Johnson
In reading and rereading the word that hit me the strongest each time was the word "light". I felt this poem, in its dualities really had more to do with light and the allegories associated than with rain...
but then again, that is just my take on it. :~)
Cryssa
This was almost like standing there with you. You sure do know how to lure the reader into your writings. A very amiable quality my friend. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
What a lovely adornment of wetness here, A poem written with such a gently loving touch!
I enjoyed!
Write On!
Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Lady Sweet Shexooo
STay Positive!
STay STrong!
From our home to your home, HAPPY! EAster!
Thank you for sharing such a beauty of a poem!
Love, Christine
Happy Easter to you sis!!
Love tinka
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Happyt Easter to you and yours!
(((HUGS))) and much love from America, your Texas friend, Karen Lynn. :D
Wishing you and yours a Blessed and Happy Easter.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
my wishes of Easter are for you also Kate...
John
I've been missing your poems - quite wonderful as always..
~D.
hugs
Fee
Micke