God washed his birds yesterday,
mail boxes and dead leaves too;
rivers in gutters fell over the edges
of a waterfall system of drains.
Streets bathed, but not behind the curbs,
led home, and away, and back again;
God washed his birds yesterday,
a Sparrow fell from its perch.
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very good,
the last line is sad!
Love the introspective mood of this one Pat. Sombre yet beautiful. As always, I'm amazed how you can create such beautiful writings on a daily basis :)
This is it:
Streets drying, but not yet dry,
lead home, and away, and back again;
Awsome!
and the rain sad death:
Touch that sadness with love
And it will be your own
(and away, and back again)
I should have added:
Were does sorrow come from
(leads home)
Awesome poem Pat!
I've been reading some of your works to some literature classes when I teach them poetry. I hope you don't mind?
So much motion this, and the sense of leaving home (and back) in various ways reverberates throughout. Very nice!
................I had to sneak in!! Perfect Pat!! I have missed your poems...I feel renewed!
i love this
awww... amazing!
I'm not supposed to be visiting blogs...but I sneaked out of bed to visit yours Pat!
I've missed your poetry...
and I love this one!
Margie
a Sparrow fell from its perch.... and it was seen.
wonderfully sad!
Beautiful.
Thanks for stopping by.
-Cassie
This made me smile.
lovely poem Pat...
very nice! We just finished a long line of rain, so I can relate to this.
Good one, Mr. Pat.
Reminds me of:
Eliza: The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain.
Higgins: I think she's got it. I think she's got it.
Eliza: The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain.
Higgins: By George, she's got it. By George, she's got it. Now once again, where does it rain?
Eliza: On the plain! On the plain!
Higgins: And where's that soggy plain?
Eliza: In Spain! In Spain!
Chorus: The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!...
My Fair Lady
Thanks Janice!! On the green side of grass I guess it is.
Thanks Medusa!!
Russell, I changed tenses there and I didn't like it, I know you can do that, but I was anal about it so I changed it. Hey, are you kidding, I'm honored!!
Yeah, it rained pretty hard and that does produce alot of motion. Thanks MB!!
Thanks Jon Cox!!
Corey you don't ever have to sneak in. The light and front door are always open. Thank you!!
Thanks Ruthanne!! Glad to see you around!!
Thanks Polona!!
Margie, I'm glad you sneaked over, hope you're feeling better and back to writing!!
Thank you Gracie!!
Cassie, thank you!! It was my pleasure!!
Thanks little butterfly!!
SB, always glad to bring on a smile!!
Thanks Dad!!
Thanks Don!! One of my all time favorites.
Nice.
Eternal optimist: the sparrow fell off his perch but came out of a power dive just in time to swoop back up and on to another perch. :-)
Thanks Vaughn!! Life does have its downs and ups!!
god gave us a rather ungentle rain here recently.......I wondered if the birds were able to "hang on".
Boy did we get a bath of rain...Nicely put
This is lovely!
I love the opening vrese. It shows that everything gets washed and can be made clean again!
Thanks pat.
Hi Pat,
That's deep-rooted indeed. Reminds me of the time when I spent half a Sunday finding a home for a befallen sparrow (fell from its nest on a coconut tree onto my front-yard). This poem reminds me of my poem: "To the Wet Woods'.
The frog croaks,
The cloud heaves.
The rain trickles down
The wet coconut leaves.
The jungle plays a tune,
The cricket sings along.
The firefly flies by with
A disturbed luminescence barely strong.
Falling water, rustling trees,
An occasional thunderous lightning,
A scared toad and concerned insects -
Quite a natural thing.
The bubbly soil exudes a mesmerizing aroma,
The plantain leaves beam with sheen.
Rain in the woods - a harbinger of life
And all things - clean and green.
~~~
You could visit my blog too...
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