Rain Song Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Rain song

Words are paint
-brush, pen
-on pallets are colours
- (The full range; most yellow)

And I am the artist
-too busy with painting

First sketch is to see
-draw lines for edging
-frame is limited
-in length, width

Many are the trees,
-wild branch sneaking
-some climb to sky
-cross fogs, reach clouds

Take soft words, delicate
-spots of brown, red
-and yellow with maroon
-smear and immerse
-into words as colours

In times I smile as
-set the words on their lips
- "Go away…keep limit…"

In times I lean backward
-looking at raindrops
-hanging on edge of leaves
-or the leaves when leaving
-waving hand for goodbye
-and hugging to depart

In my mind: "My canvas is small."
- "Poets need wide scope, great heart."

Pen dips in, for colours
-cannot name shades, shadows
-in full range, and feel dumb
The Green by itself
-can exceed a thousand
-and yellow is the same
-as are the grey and violet

My painting, needs sky
-to be rich, complete
-even that cannot be

Laugh and go crazy
-yellow shouts at green
- "Why are you sneaking? "
-and demands orderly:
- "Here, I am reigning! "

Then brown, like a child
-giggles and shouts, cries
- "What are these funny laws? "

Violet is silent
-running in the leaves' veins

The light and dark Grey to black
-snail-like walk carry the full bags
-of sickness, expanding disease, death

On the top branches
-form shapes of hills, mountains
-some are loose and some firm
-as are the women's chests
-in the cold erected some nipples

And the fog looks like web
-screening with net
-covers most of breasts
-lingerie
-well-designed
-spliced with frills
-attractive and sexy

Cloud shouts from top
-as do the dictators with crown:
- "I play the role of the bra! "