It was as if the sky and the earth
had stopped talking to each other;
two warriors at odds,
arid and distant,
a stand off.
Yet, one night we sensed a reconciliation,
a broody bank of cloud
come with a message
for the bald brown grass
festering like a parchment of peace discarded.
I heard whisperings on leaves,
as of tiny footsteps,
weary emissaries testing the air;
come to make amends
with their gift of rain.
Frances Macaulay Forde
Sat 4th Aug 2018 04:01
Couldn't help but think of Zimbabwe at the moment...
Thank you, Ray.
Delighted to get your comment Avishek, welcome.
Ray
Beautiful, emotive.liked
Blimey, I was getting a bit heavy with my comment but hey, do as you feel sometimes I say!
Cheers Brian, of course that's true. Thanks for picking up on that, completely balmy, but then so are Don's poems aren't they? Nothing wrong with that either if the mood is right.
Thanks for the verse Mark. I think we can all be relieved of those temperatures. Worrying for us old-uns.
Well Hannah, see what a wizard I am. I actually wrote it a couple of weeks ago, it was just timing. Isn't nature wonderful !
Ray
<Deleted User> (18118)
Fri 27th Jul 2018 21:22
I really wanted to read about this subject, I love topical poems.
And this evening it has rained, really rained !
Thunder, lightening, the lot.
Thank you for this poem Ray.
Hannah
The human element allied with nature - always readable.
when gifted with care. To which I add -
Into the driest life comes rain
To satiate the thirst
And salve the pain.
<Deleted User> (18980)
Fri 27th Jul 2018 17:41
Nothing wrong with the odd light- hearted comment Ray....for example your Wagon Wheels comment on Graham's latest.
Thank you gentlemen for your valued comments. I do now take great care before committing stuff on here; and to be frank get depressed when some are tempted to use the bill poster's bucket approach, knee jerk reactions to everyday problems and their solutions which have our eyes going back through our necks to escape. Sorry, I do feel that we have a duty on here. I therefore am so grateful to other poets whose work I admire and who can express originality in comments. Makes this worthwhile. I think the answer is to use imagination to inspire and uplift in this often gruelling place we call the world.
In particular, Stu needs drawing out with his supremely different additions to the genre - so much appreciated!
On a practical point, I was waiting for thunder promised for last night and a deluge. A deluded trust in the wonders of prediction.
Damon, Jon and Anya thanks for ticking the like box.
Have a rainy day
Ray
killer stuff ray. on a roll as of late. keep writing please, my daily browse of the work on here is becoming shorter and shorter and you always stand out like a beacon.
<Deleted User> (13762)
Fri 27th Jul 2018 08:36
top notch poem Ray - from the stand off in the first verse through the reconciliation process and gift at the end - this could easily be about so much more than just rain. I almost expected Nelson Mandela to step out from the page at the end. Proper poetry in my book. Thanks for posting. Col.
overcast with the lightest of drizzle here in SW Wales . . .
<Deleted User> (19421)
Fri 27th Jul 2018 07:30
That is great Ray, a poem full of wonderful words all used to such great effect! I love the opening stanza and enjoyed hearing you recite this as I read along.
Top stuff.
BTW - still dry here with no rain last night..
Not complaining I am loving this weather!
Cheers!
DJB
A lovely sentiment here Ray. It keeps threatening here but I am not convinced it will come to anything.
Nice poem mate
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raypool
Sat 4th Aug 2018 13:40
Cheers Frances. Terrible knife edge with those elections, but not sure if you were referring to that or more ominous weather events. Thanks for liking.
Thanks for all the likes, folks. Sorry to not go through your names this time, but heat and time pressing!
Ray