Sunday, October 15, 2006

Unquenchable


I pondered the depth
of a raindrop once, and
found the water too deep:
the lives it took,
and the ones it gave,
the fruit that slid
its memory down my chin,
the rust it painted
on old tin roofs, and
the umbrellas
bounced on
like a trampoline.
I pondered the depth
of a raindrop once, and
found a thirst it couldn’t quench.

24 comments:

Pris said...

Superb, Pat. One of my favorites!

Nea said...

Kind of like thinking on anything for too long, you begin to see so many levels a simple item becomes very complex.

VERY Nice, Pat, but I think I can see why you lay awake at night at times.....it rains a lot here. :):)

Anonymous said...

beautiful. i love stories about raindrops, pat. just look at my photo! thank you. ;-)

Masago said...

Deep!

Tim S said...

I'll never look at a raindrop the same - great poem!

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

This is really good! You're getting serious -- age, or what? :)

Russell Ragsdale said...

Very few things are more philosophical than that. I could hear Kant creaking around in the box (probably trying to stay dry).

Amalendu said...

this is a lovely poem....

MB said...

And you didn't even mention the rumors... ;-)

gautami tripathy said...

I find reflections of it in life....thought provoking...

Pecos Blue said...

wow that really is a great poem and should be published for sure.

Medusa aka expiringpoet said...

Lovely mystery that is life and nature. Excellent one Pat :)

Anonymous said...

Yeah, believe it or not, I do this too. Seeing a world in a drop of water (as opposed to a grain of sand).

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Lovely poem-making beautiful pictures

polona said...

oh, this is wonderful, pat! love it!!
(still not looking forward to the rain, though)

Poetry by Kai said...

good one

samuru999 said...

Wonderful poem Pat!
I love this one!

Don Iannone said...

All in a drop of H2O...life reflects back upon us at he water's edge...Good one Pat.

Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

as my son said when he was seven...each moment can take us back to the big bang.
I like dancing in the rain.

Anonymous said...

whoops! no photo above due to blog problems. but here it is ... me ... surrounded by raindrops. ;-)

Pat Paulk said...

Thank you Pris!! Glad you're back!!

Nea, and I thought it was because I had to pee alot. a rain by any other name...?? Thank you!!

Crazy Ronin, I can see that you do!! Thanks!!

Vaughn, for short legs, anyway.

Thanks Tim!! Right now I'm being invaded by legions of the little boogers!!

Andrew, Moi?? Never...

Russell, "kritik der reinen vernunft", of this I've never been guilty!!

Amalendu, thank you!!

They were all scratched off. Thanks for reminding me. Old men need that often!!

Gautami, thank you!!

Pecos Blue, that is a great comment and I appreciate it!!

Medusa, it is a mystery!! Thank you!!

Sand is too scratchy!! According to that great modern philosopher, Lewis Grizzard, sand in under drawers is the root of all evil in the world. Thank you Joyce!!

Thank you Sue!!

Polona, it wasn't raining here, until I put this poem up. Wonder what that says??? Thank you!!

Thanks Kai!!

Thank you Margie!! Hope the cold is getting better.

It's in the micro-world we live... Thanks Don!!

Corey, I like that!! You're real names, not "Ginger" is it??

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trinitystar said...

The complexity, yet simplicity of a raindrop. A mirrow, a jewel, a window. Thank you for sharing your beautiful words. :o)

M. Shahin said...

Wow! I never knew a raindrop could be so deep. Wonderful poem :-)