Through the window, from behind a waterfall,
I watch, in awe, the force of rain coming down
Water falling from rooftops
to running rivulets
Bubbling vision of big drops
rippling the parking lot
Pummeling sidewalks,
mud puddling the garden ground
Flaoting ferns and agave;
rumbling thunder and lightning
On the TV weather map,
a big blob, reddish round,
covers my Tamarac town.
Tree branches dance wildly;
one flash of lightning seems to
strike almost directly onto my home
Accompanied by an especially loud
explosion of thunder
And in the midst of all this,
those darn devilish ducks
are standing nearly motionless.
Once the storm's strength decreases,
the yellow poncho'd postman appears
Looking like a giant dandelion,
a canary moth
on the greater greenery.
Cars, of course, shine, well washed;
clearly, today, I won't need to water anything
As sacred beads, glistening, cling still
to slender leaves of bottlebrush trees,
beneath a brightening sky
Tomorrow morning, aloe spikes
will be several inches taller
and closer to blossoming.
A contest entry
- one wing isn't even enough to leave by hilly.
300 points, ended July 11, 2008, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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excellent imagery. I could actually see the storm and loved the ending
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Thank you, my friend
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Nice write
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I TOO LOVE THOSE DARN DEVILISH DUCKS,
CAN IT BE POSSIBLE YOU WRITES ARE EVEN BETTER,
I LOVE IT,
I WAS THERE, VERY VIVID
SOOOO AWESOME
GOD BLESS...
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This is a fascinating piece of poetry with vibrant and vivid imagery complimenting the colourful content. A most pleasurable read!
"And in the midst of all this,
those darn devilish ducks
are standing nearly motionless."LOL
A GREAT WRITE!
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Hi Stephen!
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