A World Apart

Rainbig

Shall I cry the lonely tear
see it fall
then follow it to
empty hands.
Fascinated,
watch its plop
and spray

No…
The days of tears are
long gone.

Minds meet and souls greet
such a welcome home to love.

No more oppression
nor helplessness
as distance dulls

Leaves a healing
span between,
and all of guilt
slips free.

Enlightened
There are no broken wings
or promises

but…

there is a knowing held between
the breeze and I
that will fly in silence
to some distant shore on
an endless breath of time.

Barefoot in the sand
I lazily traced

a wish

a dream

and comes a chance for change
that may turn days
upside down.

Footsteps to the unknown.

Fear reaches for its key
but, I hold back on its
permission to pass.

Lapping at warm skin
water slaps atop the rocks

My ears attend those
deepest churns and gurgles as nature
attempts this impossible embrace
acutely aware
the liquid always pulls me in.

A seagull dives from the sky
into blue and,
all without fear

as I…

As I
a world apart

prepare to dive back into my own.

~*~

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Rain

tumblr_m52hbriJel1rwzae7o1_500I’m listening as it falls
in splats, sploshes and spits
against the glass then, down
into puddles and pools
to eventually drain and begin
the cycle again.

Sometimes a curse when
it shares too much of itself
Sometimes a curse when
doesn’t give enough.

Snow is beautiful as it
falls in silent dance
but, rain has music in all
of its noise.

Magic plays in each
drip-drop, splashing sound
seeps its way into my mind
to share a symphony of
Mother Nature’s blessings.

I’ll never curse the rain
for sharing the gift of
her presence.

~*~

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*So far, we’ve had two lots of snow. The last one we’ve had to shovel out from. I love seeing the snow but, hate shoveling, cold and ice too. Today it’s pouring down. 7c above zero but… I’m not complaining at all. 🙂 A White Christmas (for me) belongs on TV these days and, my bones and Timmy (the dog) agree.

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Prepared for Anything

Rain pitter patter, sploshes
a drop of thought here
splash of thought there
memory jogged
(sometimes I miss them)
the ones I’ve always called
‘The gentle rains of England’

especially now, as we prepare
to enter winter with its many
snow squalls
sub zero temps and
bitter nor’easter’s
(shovels always near)
Oh yes, we prepare.

I mentally prepare to disassemble
something of great value
acutely aware that
(if it goes wrong)
there will be a high price to pay
for the learning
but, I won’t learn
if I don’t try.

A child I raise now wanting
to date
I prepare to share her
joys, happiness, heartaches, tears

and,

here I am again
back in the present,
listening to the rain
preparing for the snow.

~*~

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*I’m trying to decide whether to take my iPhone 4s apart so that I can teach myself how to put a new screen on it and then can do it for other people, for a fee. Not an easy decision to make when you know it’s worth over $400 if you mess it up but .. ..the only way to learn is… to do.
It’s how I learned everything I know about repairing & programming computers.
So, I’m trying to mentally prepare myself for the task, I truly love taking things apart but, have to know I can put them back together again and still be working….LOL
I took that picture of the iPhone a short while ago to show the weather here today…rain and, tomorrow the temps drop and we get our first snow of the year, dropping 10 degrees by Monday and more snow. (Yuck)

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Puddles

In fading light
deeper thunder crashes
Lightening flashes
across my blink of eyes

Time shifts to childhood
where
no excuses were needed
to splosh through puddles
others joined
to stand ‘neath umbrella
whilst I come into my element
inherit all the rain
as mine.

~*~

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The Sunday Whirl #78
Poets United Pantry #119

The Butterfly

Midway in life’s journey
somewhere between its light and shadow
we may object or, welcome
Heaven’s coming down
to remind us earthbound
the inevitability of
its cosmic truths

Sheer bloody-minded will urged
her to conquer any fear
to embrace life for what it is
neglect the ‘what if’s’

in a language of her own
and, fragment of ancient memory
through a string of unheard whispers
she reaches through the weathered despair
to connect

With the hope she’ll make contact
before the daring human
slips and falls.

~*~

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Carry on Tuesday #150 Midway in life’s journey
Poets United Vice Versa #13 Object/Welcome, Despair/Hope, Embrace/Neglect

The Softest Sounds

Googe images

Lace curtains rise and fall
billowing, almost in time
with my breathing (I note)
as I watch
their silent play
aware, they usher in
first cool breeze of day.

Rain falls now in
spit, spit drops
I pause a while to go
and feel their welcome
touch on heated skin.

The lamplight ‘neath
which I write is pretty
reflected in the window
so too, are my neighbours lights
across the road
shinning in new puddles.

This is my own comfort zone
my retreat which brings rejuvenation.

These are my life’s riches
a few of my favourite things.

~*~

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*Those are not our curtains, I found that image on Google images but, you get the picture 🙂

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Carry on Tuesday #168 These are a few of my favourite things

Zhuihitsu

Even now she speaks to me
through silver slithers of splattered rainfall
on awaiting glass.

After the storm, sounds of life abound.

Even now emotion sometimes rides
the wind, creating song.

Seasons falter in their will
to change but, there never has to be
a reason.

And even now, words await their
pouring forth across an empty page
from fresh spills of ink as
pen and I become one, speaking
from soul to make that first simplistic
touch upon a pristine surface.

~*~

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With Real Toads Kerry’s Wednesday Challenge ~ Running the Brush: Zhuihitsu

Lady of the Rainbow

Delicate lady of the air
you’ve made me wish to stand and stare
parading your wares for all to see
I gasp as your beauty first stuns
then, leaves me breathless.

Restless,
I feel a need to hold you, but helpless….
instead, offer my hands to catch those
drops which softly fall into my palms
(like a lovers gentle caress excites)
and know that that is how you too would
feel, if only you could be touched for real.
Soaked now as rain keeps falling
but still, I cannot ignore your sight or
wish the blessed rain to go away
nor raise a frown whilst my gaze is fixed.

Can I reach out and touch you…..dare I try?
or will you vanish from the dark blue sky
I entreat you, please do not leave
You are all the colours there will ever be
and tell me……
Is there really a pot of gold hidden at your feet?

But then,

do not divulge those secrets that are yours to keep
I care not for any chest of gold for
you are the treasure as far as I can see,
sent from the heavens above

Lady of the Rainbow….

You are one of Gods’ purest gifts of Love.

~*~

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Carry on Tuesday #164 Rain Rain go away
Poets United Pantry #106

Beautiful Noise

Water drips down the pane
splish, splosh,
splish, splish, splosh
Open my hand and, as it
splatters and splashes its song
a sigh escapes.

I entrust my friend the wind
to make inanimate objects dance
and feel the gifts she freely gives
as she touches my skin
sending shivers, reminding me of life
then, playfully ruffles my hair.

The blessed water is
a symphony of dreams
soothing in its emotionally seductive
connection to soul love.

Hesitant to leave the moment
lest it be lost forever
(I sigh)
breathe deeply once again
before returning thought
unto the world.

~*~

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Gooseberry Poetry Picnic #20

Burn

It’s a beautiful day to believe
…it will be.

Shadows play across
bridges of thought, through
keys and strings and other
musical things which attach
themselves to my heart.

You come to me amid
the harmony of their waves
(I wander)
lost in those quiet realms
of splendour.

Was it always this magical
or,
is it merely time’s
indifference.

I gaze at welcome rain upon
misted windows
better there than in my eyes

Yet,

still so glad I dared to burn
my fingers in your flame.

~*~

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Two for One on Rain

Too much, and you’re a curse. Not enough, and your presence is prayed for.
Splish, splash, splosh.
Always loved the gentle rains, not so much when you’re cold as ice, just a nice soft rain that falls upon my cheeks or, window pane.
You can rain on my parade anytime. I promise, I won’t mind.

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Walking in the rain
in a daydreamers mind
the gentle rains of autumn
I call my
‘peaceful kind.’

Puddles at my feet
stirring ripples in the heart
liquid drops of thought
swelling rivers in my eyes
trickle out to greet those
falling from the
skies.

Footstep follows footstep
soft rain soaks and seeps
into the sadness within.

Letting go the ties of love
is so very hard to do
especially when you loved
a friend…
as I, my friend
…loved you.

Peaceful walk in a soft fall rain
each tiny tear
drops of liquid pain.

But I can see you now
chastising my sorrow.

I smile, wipe my eyes and
bless this much loved rain
for I’m sure it’s the angels
weeping too, so pleased
they are at meeting
you.

Water is Life and…

I feel ‘you’ in the rain.

~*~

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I wrote this a long time ago when one of my Aunt’s second husband died.  He was a good friend and, I loved him.
Shared with Poets United Thursday think Tank Prompt #67 Rain

Kiss the Rain

Autumn’s leaves changing
leaves me
feeling restless.

I’ll miss the summer’s warmth.

They’re dying on the ground
and soon I’ll be surrounded.

Each one, reminds.

Other’s dance by my window
I watch the rains arrive

falling…

it’s pitter-patter, splatter
soft, upon my thoughts of yesterday.

Were they yesterdays or, so
long ago it sometimes seems
like forever now.
If I die young, remember
we’re here for really
just a moment in time.

Rain always soothes the ache
I can’t describe

I’ll try to harmonise
let the peaceful
sounds caress

better yet…

It can wash thought clean of pain
I’ll go outside and

Kiss the blessed Rain.

~*~

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*106 words + prompt*
If I have nowhere in particular to go, I’ve always loved walking in a gentle rain. Soft rain, warm rain. 
Water of any type anywhere that I can see, hear or watch its movement, has always been like a soothing balm to me.

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Drip Drop

I Love to walk in a soft rain. Love water, the sea, a river any water. Love it’s power of movement and magic of its sounds.

DRIP DROP

Pitter patter
Pitter Patter
a-splattering
it falls
in drip, drip drops of
warm, wet and wonderful
envelops and then, saturates
…Silencing the pain.

For a moment
time stands still for love
until,
refusing to stay even for that cause
the feeling’s gone
as swiftly as it came.

You, were the fires passion.
That heat of smouldering flame
Now…
Now in its afterglow
shadows fall over longing
but,
memories remain.

Solace comes with sleep
until an univited vision-guest
requires the dream shall spring to life
in another heros place in time.

Pitter patter,
Pitter patter
and, the beat goes on
eyelids flutter to
the music of their notes
in a-splattering of rhythmic
breathed-in-time.

~*~

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