A circular rain swirls
the prairie, igniting
the grasses, warming
long-abandoned
houses, siloes, barns,
sheds, graineries
into internal renewal.
We dance
as long as the night lasts,
as long as the rain rotates,
preferably clockwise,
until the sun rises,
flattening the storm.
This poem is submitted to the One Shot Sunday poetry challenge sponsored by One Stop Poetry. To see more poems, please visit the site.
Photograph: Haunted Grainery by Sean McCormick. Used with permission for One Stop Poetry.
18 comments:
absolutely fabulous...great take. magically romantic. wow, what an image to work with this morning should be interesting.
i agree with jerry - i think the dance is it which makes the atmosphere so magical..
Mars me think they might have left us a hidden crop circle somewhere! Loved the tempo of the poem Glynn. Great stuff!
Your focus on the circular rain is introduced before a hurricane of imagery! Perfect tone and tempo with a smooth settle to the final lines. Always enjoy seeing what you create from the prompts, Glynn.
FAbulous!
Flattening the storm -- love it!
As long as the night lasts, as long as the rain rotates.
That's good stuff, Glynn.
"preferably clockwise"
Uh huh! ;-)
don't want to get sucked into any unscheduled flights!
Lovely
Love the feeling of nature's unscheduled dance music, and the magic of a summer storm. As always, your writing speaks fluently the skillful language of nature.
I like the unexpected adjective "circular" and verb "rotates" you use to describe the rain, and how you use nature's acts in conceiving "internal renewal".
Like Maureen above, the rotating rain jumped out at me. Never thought of it like that before. Nicely done, Glynn!
keep on dancing
and hopefully keep on dancing still...smiles. lovely write
Like a wheel within a wheel - this work spun me with its vivacity, its take on life. Well done. Gay
I like the flattened storms ...
Rain rotating? Sunrise flattening the storm? You are taking me to a new universe. I like it.
Glynn you pull the reader like a storm, like a cyclone ...awaiting the flattening of the storm...fast and ferious....before the calm....nice..bkm
Somehow you have turned the rotating storm into a peaceful place, waiting for the sun to flatten that which is.
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