I 94 Outside of Chelsea, mi
I 94 MICHIGAN
In my little part of the MidWest, it’s been raining and raining, and then raining some more.
There is so much goodness in the rain; the way the thunder rolls right through you, energizing.
The way those clouds gather and grey in the vast turbulence, bursting with storm.
Rain is a desired want for so many places on the Earth. It comes to some and not to others.
Like too much humidity in the summer that I really am not fond of, I hesitate to critique the rain’s giving.
And… I’m ready for the clouds to open to blue and the sun’s more tender touch to the earth.
I want a whisper of cool breeze all over me.
So… these are my poems for these rainy days…
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The sky has been crying for days
Laid it’s flood all over the land
Surely those crocodile tears come
from a galactic belly laugh at us
fools held to gravities pull of the
Earth’s collaboration with the Heavens
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A Pantoum…
The sky has been crying for days
Giving giant heaving belly laughs
Profound thunderous sobs of grief
Earth collaborates with the Heavens
Giant heaving belly laughs
When the world isn’t being comical
Earth collaborates with the Heavens
Seeking joy and goodness in the wherever
When the world isn’t being comical
When desperation, hunger, and war win
Seeking joy and goodness in the wherever
There is enough of everything for everyone
When desperation, hunger and war win
Profound, thunderous sobs of grief
There IS enough of everything for everyone
The sky has been crying for days
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HAIKU
The sky cries for days
Poems gather in the tearing
Flooding shares herself
