I looked out my window
at the stampeding hordes of ghost raindrops,
not a single leaf flinching
from the memory of their falling.
The Sun scraped dust-bleeding claws
down flakey bark-skin, and
bent-back blades of Bermuda—
begging a drink for dignity’s sake.
There was no mercy in her breathless denial,
nor Holy tears to bless the dying.
Day drowned in a pool of fire,
night mourned the darkness of its soul.
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WOW! wonderful, pat!
that's what I say WOW !!
so how are u pat?
Nice poem Pat. Loved it actually. Did you spare a little of your beer?
wow! nice post,keep it up
Day drowned in a pool of fire
Interesting imagery! Fits the weather around here, too. Oof!
You know, Pat, I've been thinking all day of what to say to this poem, and nothing that does it justice comes to mind, so I'll just say, Well done.
"Day drowned in a pool of fire"
I love that! It perfectly describes our weather.
It's funny how all those people in the north are going crazy about the heat -- it's a normal thing for us. :)
Pat, we took a vote while you were out and decided you aren't allowed to die...ever...or go anywhere...or otherwise deprive us of your talent. Sorry - that one's a dealbreaker - we won't give in!
We have been having some heat here in GA, lately huh? No wind, no breath of fresh air, just heat, heat, heat.......ghost raindrops.......here also.
"Not a single leaf flinching from the memory of their falling." Very haunting effect these "ghost raindrops" have Pat. Very haunting! "dust bleeding claws down flakey bark skin" Now you're really getting into imagery which you know I can appreciate. I love it all! You've managed to take the ordinary everyday and suck every inch of the unordinary out of it. And the result is fantastic. I love the last finishing line. Really beautiful Pat.
Player of words.....
'Day drowned in a pool of fire'
Excellent
I love this! You amaze me, you're so prolific AND good.
...a veritable fountain of eloquence!
I suppose I'd better get back to trying to send you some of this rain we've been having up here. :-)
You have harnessed the raw power of these words. From each image it is as if sleeping giants have come awake and you have taught them to march. This was beautiful, Pat!
This is an amazing piece pat.
While reading this I hear slow, hot, Blues in the background with whiskey sinking just as slowly in a Mason jar.
You have tapped in on the soul of the "Obituary Of A Summer Day", beautifully.
Thank you.
Polona, I love WOW's!! Thank you!!
Jel, WOW's are good!! Thank you!
Thank you Kai!!
Don I didn't spare any beer!! Thank you!!
Thank you moonlight!!
Thanks MB!! Supposed to get some rain and a break this weekend, maybe.
AA, thank you for thinking about it all day!!
Thanks Andrew!! The hot humid South!!
Shannon, I can go along with that. I'm holding you personally responsible for my health!! What a wonderful compliment, thank you!!
Nea, I guess this is normal, but the older I get the more it effects me.
Boulies, you just rubbed my ego like a puppy getting its belly scratched and my legs are kicking like crazy!!!
Dumbdodi, thanks for coming by and commenting. Please come back!!
Pris, now I'm blushing. Thank you very much!!
Vaughn it would be greatly appreciated!! Thank you!!
The heat has been pretty raw. It needed exposing for the low life character it really is! Thanks Russell!!
Now, Queen, I can't imagine you've ever drunk liquor from a mason jar.
But a thin cardboard fan stapled on a blasa wood stick would fit nicely with the image you painted. Now if you would pass that jar back around...
Very Very strong last two lines, the imagery is fresh, diction is wonderful...I am the 19th to comment, an indication of how good you are, I wish I could write you, your verses are so spontaneous, never forced or contrived...absolute freedom of a high art!
Dad, WOW...there is something really great about this one.
I surely will Pat, thanks for making me feel welcomed
summer...
what a great poem pat!
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