Saturday, October 01, 2016

Thirteen Facets of Evening Rainfall

Image source: PD-US, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?curid=38782663

Thirteen Facets of Evening Rainfall

1.
The rain falls now
as a halfhearted afterthought
to the fading storm;
an indifferent setting
for life’s unenthusiastic
reflection.

2.
Evening sky is a
billowing, boiling, starless
severe tightly-wound fist
leaking rain remnants
through its cracks.

3.
Moonlit-smeared charcoal features
lazily streaked by reluctant rainfall;
moonbeam slivers as
counter-tempo to the tempest’s
stark finale.

4.
“Shhh!” whispers the rain in drizzles,
dampening boisterous laughter
of various groups
hustling to and from
various evening merriment.

5.
Light refracted through languid raindrops
made neon theatre and lively pub signage
seem to pop and sizzle
with urgency and eclectic electricity.

6.
The rain falls
inevitably;
it does not care
where it lands.

7.
Pooling into tiny lakes
in the parking lot,
the rain is a mirror,
flipping the world upside-down,
revealing all illusions.

8.
Rain strikes pavement
in hushed shockwaves;
it kisses skin
in rushed vibrations.
It flirts
indiscriminately
among lovers.

9.
They do not care
where they land;
gravity
compels raindrops
to cover lovers
tidal-locked in embrace
as if they were
but a single entity.

10.
Rain saturates their hair,
slips between the cracks
of their pressed lips,
drops down their faces,
masking any trace of tears.

11.
“Shhh!”
the rain
whispers
in drizzles,
dampening
the joyous sounds
of strangers,
leaving only
the sound of rain
enveloping
their embrace.

12.
The rain does not care.
Its silent roar will
fall upon them as
a single entity;
it will fall between them
after their inevitable
release and parting,
always masking the tears.

13.
The rain is a looking glass,
revealing with frightening clarity
the fragility of who we really are.
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Written for dVerse Poets - Meeting the bar as a cubist poet. Björn is hosting and submitted a really good challenge. I don’t know if I did the challenge justice or not, but it got me out of my funk long enough to try something new! Head on over to the dVerse link if you want to learn more about cubism, which is not quite abstract, but similar, I guess? Bah! I suck at explaining poetry!

Also go here to read other dVerse poets’ cubism poems.

*Update 10/2/2016, 4:10am: I screwed up the link above due to sleep deprivation. I just corrected it.*


7 comments:

  1. Really enjoyed the piece of rain washed poetry. The rain as both object and observer, playful, stern, indifferent and ultimately something we have no control or influence over. Thanks for posting for the prompt.

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  2. I love the aspects of the rain, and how I can visualize the little scenes of love, pain and tears... I expected you to do great on this prompt, but this is better...

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  3. A raindrop falls and it doesn't care where it lands ~ Love how it masked tears yet pops and sizzle with urgency ~ Enjoyed your offering Barry ~ Have a good weekend ~

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  4. I'm all filled up with rain - love it. From those opening lines right through to the end. The first three lines are my favourites.

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  5. I especially enjoy the "shhh" verses. I was going to write about rain but your poems are so very much better. Excellent form maintained throughout.

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  6. Rain strikes pavement
    in hushed shockwaves;
    it kisses skin
    in rushed vibrations.
    It flirts
    indiscriminately
    among lovers.

    This is incredible!!

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  7. Oh, YES:
    "The rain falls now
    as a halfhearted afterthought
    to the fading storm"

    Fantastic. I love this. Each stanza is its own raindrop. Some drizzled, some misty, some a storm. Wonderful.

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