Raymond A Foss

(1960 / Westfield, MA / United States)

Raymond A Foss Poems

41. In Words of the Senses 8/7/2015
42. A Year Closer 8/25/2015
43. The Pressure of My Steps 8/26/2015
44. A Calling to Write 9/7/2015
45. Missing You 9/11/2015
46. Baptism 10/1/2015
47. Baptism of the Holy Spirit 10/1/2015
48. Here May the Anxious be Encouraged 10/2/2015
49. The Ribbons of Salmon 11/14/2015
50. Watermelon Taffy 11/14/2015
51. Happy Birthday My Friend 11/21/2015
52. His Humanity 11/24/2015
53. Published 11/27/2015
54. Introspection 11/27/2015
55. Not Just an Earthquake 12/11/2015
56. Hurricane 12/12/2015
57. Amethyst 1/12/2016
58. Planning for Contingencies 2/11/2016
59. Calm in the Midst of the Stormy Night 2/20/2016
60. Stormy Seasons 2/20/2016
61. Choosing Our Friends 2/23/2016
62. In Each Flickering Flame - v2 2/23/2016
63. A Harsh Mirror 3/3/2016
64. Not with Harsh Words 3/3/2016
65. The Yoke of Rome 8/5/2016
66. A Horse Needle 1/23/2015
67. Green Copper 3/11/2015
68. Gray To Green 3/11/2015
69. Ascended Into Heaven 3/16/2015
70. The Howling Winds 3/19/2015
71. Meeting History 3/17/2015
72. Something Of Heaven 3/16/2015
73. Prayers Of Peace 12/5/2014
74. Friends 12/10/2014
75. Friends I'Ll Never Know 12/10/2014
76. Beach Glass 12/25/2014
77. The Winds Howling 3/19/2015
78. Baby Raptors 2/14/2015
79. Fearlessly Contend Against Evil 2/28/2015
80. Evil Stalked The Night 2/28/2015
Best Poem of Raymond A Foss

Capturing The Sound Of Rain

Listening to the timpani
the rhythm of the rain
the rap, the tap,
the ratta-tat-tat,
the staccato of the drumming
on the roof of the van

The storm raging ‘round us
in the stillness of the parking lot
trying to drum to the beat
on laps and the steering wheel
keeping time with the chaos
the randomness of the clatter

Too few drummers for the task
capturing the sound of rain

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A Rainbow Of Hop

An urgent call
a race down the dark stairs
a flicker of color as I ran outside
an arc, His bow, His promise
shown down on us
standing in awe and wonder
the rich color muted in the city
It curves over the alley
above the tenements, the wires

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