Stirred Up By Rain Poem by Chase Twichell

Stirred Up By Rain

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I fired up the mower
although it was about to rain--
a chill late September afternoon,
wild flowers re-seeding themselves
in the blue smoke of the gas-oil mix.

To be attached to things is illusion,
yet I'm attached to things.
Cold, clouds, wind, color--the sky
is what the brush-cutter wants to cut,
but again the sky is spared.

One of two things can happen:
either the noisy machine dissolves in the dusk
and the dusk takes refuge in the steady rain,
or the meadow wakes shorn of its flowers.
Believing is different than understanding.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dawn Swinnie 23 March 2009

THis is a great poem I love how you didn't really give it away through the title. This really great

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Chase Twichell

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