Sonny Rainshine

Sonny Rainshine Poems

241. Every Day We Say Goodbye 7/27/2008
242. Imagining Home 7/28/2008
243. Duel At Sunrise 7/29/2008
244. You'Re Not The Same Person You Were A Nano-Second Ago 7/30/2008
245. Little Thoughts Like Gnats 7/30/2008
246. Dreaming Of Insomnia 7/30/2008
247. Wooden Phoenix 7/29/2008
248. Yes And No And Yes 8/1/2008
249. Lingering Chatter 8/3/2008
250. Lovable 8/3/2008
251. Ricochet 8/4/2008
252. Beyond Despondency 8/7/2008
253. From Beth To Vickie 8/7/2008
254. Marionette 8/7/2008
255. Haiku 2 8/8/2008
256. Manual Work Works 8/8/2008
257. One Leaf Minus A Thousand 8/11/2008
258. Message To A Friend Who Has Become A Recluse 8/17/2008
259. Necessity Of Night 9/28/2008
260. Quantification Of Quality 9/28/2008
261. Veiled Tints Of Blackbirds 10/4/2008
262. Portrait In The Landscape Of Emotion 11/24/2008
263. Still Life (With Flowers And Indifference) 11/26/2008
264. Orbiting Eagle 11/26/2008
265. Before Los Angeles 11/29/2008
266. Heart-Shaped Ruby 11/30/2008
267. Our Own Kind 12/4/2008
268. Crows In Snow 12/6/2008
269. Space Where The Birds Were 12/6/2008
270. Solid Geometry 12/6/2008
271. Messenger 12/14/2008
272. Between The Stars And Me 12/14/2008
273. Infernal Wind Chimes 12/14/2008
274. Cannibal Tree 12/15/2008
275. National Forest Of The Mind 12/23/2008
276. Rainy Nights When The Highway Becomes A Looking Glass 12/24/2008
277. Familiar Things 12/24/2008
278. New York Stenographer,1942 12/24/2008
279. Liddy Soledad Was A Pretty One 12/26/2008
280. Not About Art 12/26/2008

Comments about Sonny Rainshine

  • Val Morehouse (9/30/2007 5:07:00 AM)

    Assisted Living is perfect. I think you have to have been through it to know it and write about it. See my 'Waiting for the Folks.'

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  • Aisha Sherazi (4/3/2006 10:21:00 AM)

    I just love your poems! Keep up the wonderful writing! ! !

Best Poem of Sonny Rainshine

A Leaf Refuses To Fall

The leaves don’t let go
that easily either. It takes a bluster,
a filabuster of north wind,
and the wasp-sting of the first
chill of late September
to tear them off the page
of summer.

Persuasion doesn’t do it.
Sometimes in the middle of winter,
(the DEAD of winter, as they say)
you might see one shriveled
oakleaf, dangling from a frozen
filament of stem,
defiant, victorious.

Nothing likes to end;
the October wind invites
the leaf to tango in the frosty air.
A shy curtsey, a twirling turn,
a pirouette, then the dance

Read the full of A Leaf Refuses To Fall

Finding What We Lost

Where do you keep your joy?
Did you install it
in a strongbox or tuck it
in your wallet?

Have you given all your zest away—
Get it back!
It’s not something to sell
or to toss in a sack.

You say the travails of life
have snatched it away.
Relocate it. Take it back;
redeem it today.

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