THE GOD OF RAIN/imaginary gardens with real toads

THE GOD OF RAIN

Rain is as common 

To our world 

As the sun 

That rises 

Each morning

Yet, sometimes

Many days, months…

Even years pass

Rain doesn’t come

Clouds form on the horizon

The sky a lovely shade of grey

The day passes

As dry as bleached bones

Laying on the desert flour

The First people

Have ceremonies

To bring rain

They sing and dance

Shake their rattles and prey

Rain makes everything

An adventure

Cross the street

On slippery pavement

Jumping puddles

Meeting a lover

Cozy inside

Safe and warm

Knowing the God of Rain

Has cried for his people

June 7, 2018

THE WHEEL IS SILENTLY STILL/poets united midweek motif/running

THE WHEEL IS SILENTLY STILL

There was a time in my life

I was the guinea pig

Running in the wheel

So much to do

Over time

I have slowed down

I focus on what is important

I give it the time needed

I resent all that takes me from

The studio

My life is focused

Sometimes I feel I am

A lighthouse keeper

Alone in the tower

Looking at the world

I can see in the distance

The future appears

The past is silent

I am at home

Here on the mesa

The sun rises

And the sun sets

The wheel no longer spins

There is no more running

June 6, 2018

WHO AM I/imaginary gardens with real toads

WHO AM I

I am a gatherer of words

I fill my basket daily

Always looking for 

Associations and descriptions

To define this world 

I live in

I have been told 

I am a master of color

But what does that mean

Color like words 

Defines this world

Color is everywhere

And so sociable

Color is never

Found alone

Rather in groups

Like gangs reaching for me

I wear a cheery smile

A mask to hide

My sadness

No, mine is not greater

But it is a crack

Deep into my crust

I relate to the earth

Millions of years old

Tired and worn

And yet we both continue

I sing my song

Like the song of the whale

I am not finished

A work in progress

June 6, 2018

THE SEPARATION OF DAYS/imaginary gardens with read toads

THE SEPARATION OF DAYS

This morning finds me

As though I have been away

For a very long time

Perhaps days are separated 

By nighttime dreams

Other worlds

Lived in the underground

The darkness

I have the feeling of returning

I sit in my chair

It feels like my chair

But it feels as if 

I have not sat here

For a very long time

I am changed

I am not the same

Something has released me

I have done my very best

Turned the negative

Into a positive phrase

I remember all the ports

In which we have stopped

All the people we have met

The ones who offered a hand

It has been so long since rain

There was a thought

Would we all burn to a crisp?

Another helicopter flies overhead

The smoke is less this morning

Since it rained yesterday

Perhaps the fire is less

The summer has just begun

And before it ends

Without more rain

Perhaps we will burn to a crisp

June 4, 2018

COBBLESTONES USED FOR REPAIR/dVerse

De at dVerse has asked us to use the word "cobblestone," in a quadrille  My exact 44 words are:



COBBLESTONES USED FOR REPAIR

Though cobblestones are not used primarily in the construction of buildings, they were often used to build and repair streets, creating very organic streets.  Hard to walk on.   When the heart is broken, cobblestones might be used for repairs, but duct-tape might be better.