Raymond A Foss

(1960 / Westfield, MA / United States)

Raymond A Foss Poems

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

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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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