Tasted, smelled, rising from hot asphalt, sweet rain
in the street where a man works on his camper in the rain.
Like desire, felt less often now we are old, the joint pain
and fatigue competing with that other. Sweet rain
rising, lifting the dampened piano that hides its teeth
beneath a lid. Sweet rain, bird song, all the rain-wet
exigencies a house brings to bear. Valence, curtain,
scrubbed porcelain. Perhaps a mouse-brown rain,
pummeling the decking. Or a violet sky shines behind
cloud cover, dense with time. Where shall I go, rain,
how can I recall my only name? The man's sweat
pays for no one's poverty. Often I feel jealous, sweet rain,
of brother and sister — gone to Sweden, or France.
That's the end of the story that began with a father's rain-sweet
face, poor past, Holocaust. Let the locusts swarm, sweet rain
brings them down out of the dogwood, they die by sweet rain.
Tasted, smelled, rising from hot asphalt, sweet rain in the street where a man works on his camper in the rain. Like desire, felt less often now we are old, the joint pain and fatigue competing with that other. Sweet rain rising, lifting the dampened piano that hides its teeth beneath a lid. Sweet rain, bird song, all the rain-wet - - - - - - - - -Rain evokes such sweet memories, the present pain seems to vanish under its effect! ! A lovely poem.
A fantastic portrayal of sweet rain and it's marvelous attributes. Congrats for it's selection of modern POD.
if i get her right- and i'm not sure i do- this is a lonely free association in her house as the rain falls. right or not, i find outstanding these two phrases: Tasted, smelled, rising from hot asphalt the dampened piano that hides its teeth beneath a lid the first because it excellently summons the sense-experince. the second because the reference to piano keys as teeth is a clever- if not inspired- personification. for you who read this and might be interested, you'll find a different-mood post-rain meditation in my poem snail mornings. glen kappy
This poem Also won this prize chosen by Poem Hunter and Team on 2017,2018 and today, yay! 2019. CONGRATULATIONS with The Modern Poem Of The Day. Hurray! We are also very happy to read this announcement, Mrs. Skillman. A very sweet and strong poem, loaded with many metaphors. I cite here: face, poor past, Holocaust. Let the locusts swarm, sweet rain brings them down out of the dogwood, they die by sweet rain.
It is, indeed, 'Sweet Rain" Congratulations dear Poetess for this lovely Poem! .......10 And for the honour of Poem of the day.
The street where a man works, there rain water flows and we find a nice imagery of rain after reading this great poem. Rain produces a sweet sound that motivates mind. An amazing poem is shared here.10
It sounds as though the " Sweet Rain" gave you much time to reminisce.
Love the rhythm along with the portrayal of Rain with beautiful images - a violet sky shines behind cloud cover, dense with time. Congratulations!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
rising, lifting the dampened piano that hides its teeth beneath a lid. Sweet rain, bird song, all the rain-wet, oh what a marvel! crave being carved upon curve of reminiscence of sweet rain, yet aging grips in grief when slowly fading like lamella of musky memories, beautiful write by the metaphors.