2024 NaPM 04 April

[Wazza]

Explanations Wanted


The rain gauge in
my back yard reads
a half inch but
the one out front
beneath a little tree
says three inches
and a half
this morning after
thrumming midnight
with light drizzle falling
just enough
to disturb the birdbath.

Where’s the science
in that?

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G'day Duke. Good question. Probably shouldn't worry too much about the science and just enjoy the rain. Unless of course you wanted to sit under that tree and write a poem. Hey you just did and I enjoyed the way it made sense to the reader by continuing the topic logically from each line to the next. Short and poetically to the point. Nice one.
Wazza

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It rained that day.
That is why the stones
and bricks and glass and posts
shone so fiercely
that night.
Not some trick of the light.

Not the power coursing
through the grid with more intensity
than usual,
nor the moon and stars
finally exposing themselves
to the city below.

Not whatever crystals
were embedded in the rocks
with which our world was built
nor the flowering vines
that laboured to return them
to the earth.

Not the squabbling of dogs
nor the staring of cats
nor the way people walked
all almost running
careless if they slipped
rushing home.

Not the evening breeze clearing
the smoke from the club,
nor the drinks I've had passing
out whichever orifice
they chose to pass out of,
nor even the piercing

sadness in your eyes,
the disappointed search
for a shared memory.
It rained that day, I tell you:
that is why we both
nearly drowned.

Hi RiverNotch  a very entertaining story. It read fluently verse to verse and I loved the way each verse articulated what it wasn't. Let me get this straight ... the rain is a metaphor for a connection that wasn't to be? Maybe I'm wrong. Anyway apart from that I did enjoy the imagery you wrote into the verses. Well done.

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No School Today
 
The rain is dancing down the street,
across the park and up the lane.
It’s teeming where I stand to meet
the clickety-clackety morning train.
 
The rain is hammering on the rooves
and causing such a fuss.
It’s drenching where I stand to meet
the braking quaking bus.
 
The rain is splashing on the ground
creating puddles deep.
To get to where I need to be
I’ve got to hop and leap.
 
The rain is filling all the creeks.
The gutters run with foam.
It’s wet day lunch at school today,
I think I’ll just stay home.


Wazza