In Praise of Vapour (2)


Sing a song of cumulus sheep
who gambol across the sky.
Please the Lord to shear some
that Brother Rain might drop by.


November PAD: Day 27

For today’s prompt, write a remix poem. (I remixed my poem from day 16.)


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Once cool, wet, wild stream

jagged rocks, now dusty hot

even tears have dried



I have challenged myself to write EVERY DAY  (not necessarily publish every day) and went back to WordPress Intro to Poetry for inspiration.  Today the challenge is to write a poem about water and to use the haiku form.  We have been MONTHS without rain and everything is dry and dusty.  I will have a celebration when the rains return (and write a poem of rainy joy!).

恵雨  けいう   Keiu


(welcome rain)

A car, lumbering down the gravel road, throws waves of dust into the air. Borne on a hot, lazy breeze the disturbed soil tumbles like a tired swarm of locust until it loses momentum and settles back over the surface of terra firma. Everything is still. Everything waits. Nature holds her breath. Then there’s a sudden, muffled sound of a fist striking a plump feather pillow as a tiny explosion sends a miniature brown plume of dirt rising. Then there’s another and another. Heavy liquid drops of heaven are falling on the land, slowly at first and then faster and faster. Raindrops pin the dust to the ground and fill the air with the scent of newness.

Soft earth reaches out
to embrace angels’ tears and
draw them to her breast.



Over at dVerse Toni hosted Haibun Monday.  The prompt was “rain” and Toni shared some of the many different and beautiful words for “rain” in Japanese.  Check it out!  This is my small offering (late as usual).