I inhale blue by midnight.
I exhale grey at dawn.
Over arid lands, I sweep my silent arm.
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I am life where all is stillness,
In the rolling hills, a drum.
An army spread with glistening spears, I come.
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I clothe the naked mountains;
With my silk, I thaw their chill.
Beneath my hands, their iron rivers spill.
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I am water into water,
Falling to eternal seas.
We are separated, joined, in symphonies.
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I am song within the sky,
Laughing dance upon the earth.
Hear the breathing in the night—behold, my birth.
This is beautiful. I love the rhythm, the imagery, the anthropomorphic vision of rain. Very apt for this morning. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you, Kat! So glad you enjoyed.
I agree with Kat: This piece has some wonderfully evocative imagery of the mist and magic of rain as it descends to earth and sweeps with a “silent arm”. And it fits perfectly for our weather forcast today! Very well done!
Thanks, R.M.! Haha, the poem wound up being pretty timely for the weather, didn’t it? Something I didn’t plan on, but certainly very helpful in evoking the mood I would like readers to feel! ;-D
As a resident of a country practically synonymous with bad weather, I too particularly enjoyed the rich array of vivid imagery and the perfectly elegant, soothing, flowing rhythm with one line precipitating smoothly upon another. You really have captured the mood, magic and mystery of rain quite brilliantly here!
Thank you, Jorin! As rain is not quite so prevalent in the area I live in (we’re probably more prone to drought) I find it very magical, and my experience probably most identifies with the line “I am breath where all is stillness, in the rolling hills, a drum”–my family and I live in the middle of a gorgeous stretch of hills and whenever it rains, it creates mist and blueness . . . it’s very amazing-looking and speaks of God’s beauty! So, anyway, I loved writing the poem 😀 I appreciate your comment!
This would be a poetic riddle with the title withheld. Watch out, you might give free verse a good name (was this in an arcane meter?).
Ah, that’s a good idea; I like the thought of a poetic riddle . . . Thank you for your kind comment!