Mmm, I like the idea very much and there are some appealing descriptions
here but it feels awfully long to me.  That could, of course, be the
hangover and I do appreciate that the poem needs to be reasonably lengthy.
It's also true that I have the attention span of a goldfish but I lost the
real enthusiasm I felt at the beginning when the ants started cursing god.
I haven't read other comments so it may be that others felt quite
differently but, for me, a bit of pruning would work wonders.  I think it
could be a gem.
bw
c


> Long ago when I did such things, I wrote a bit about rain.  Here in the
Big
> Wet, rain is such a part of our life.  A silly thing, but presented.
>
> If I count right about 20.
>
> Gary
>
> *
>
> How Many Words Are There For Rain?
>
> mist -
> sprits from tomorrow's water bottle
> cut through insomniac rhythm
>
> sprinkle -
> minute multi-colored particles
> color the donuts of our illusions
>
> shower -
> hi-tech Water Pik set on low spray
> empties a stunted water heater
>
> drizzle -
> butterscotch and strawberry syrup
> flavor sugar free low fat espresso
>
> patter -
> pitter drops collapse on rusty tin roof,
> the sound of children fighting age
>
> spit -
> a little bit of solid waste ruins picnic,
> ants curse god for broken promises
>
> cats and dogs -
> felines cry over the death of crows,
> the dog star hidden behind Orion
>
> soaker -
> whirligigs and helicopter overhead,
> my spew fertilizes toadstool and frogs
>
> pelt -
> thrown bones and tossed stones reign
> over skinned shines and sunpeeled fruit
>
> pour -
> down, Lot tripped on root of the word,
> spilled heavy whipping cream
>
> stream -
> trout fly fish for consciousness,
> crack and snap troll banner words
>
> torrent -
> current flows through covert lines,
> secrets known and unknowable
>
> buckets -
> mustangs race freedom across the plains,
> we sally forth to meet the philistines.
>
> gullywasher -
> lockwashers exacerbate the folly
> of holding on when you should let go
>
> cloudburst -
> helium zephyrs bump into trial balloons,
> cotton puffs trail postman.
>
> deluge -
> prepositions prosper where articles
> dance along margins of time
>
> mizzle -
> harness raced saddle across Western sky
> hounded by the sound of bay windows
>
> spatter -
> old man dressed in rags waits for train,
> wedding moves to an abandoned depot
>
> drencher -
> mad cow disease left the Scot's highlands
> of aught but gorse, lochs and Englishmen
>
> squall -
> plastic baby bumpers, car seats swing
> the night away looking for sails behind the mall
>
> *
>
> How many words are there for rain,
> the gales that buffet our faint hopes,
> lash against the door to drive dreams away?
>
> How many words are there to
> replace those blown away by storms
> no forecaster predicted?
>
> How many ways may we say
> what we are driven to say
> and say yet again?
>
> October with Judy and Scio: Homepage:
> http://gardawg.homestead.com/homestead.html,
>
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>
> Poets for Peace.  ¡Poemas sí, balas no!
>