It’s Raining, It’s Pouring
Today, again the rain, at times thrown-wind-buckets.
It rained yesterday as well. In this pouring rain and
mist the sundials are not working, but we still know
the time. Tomorrow, the weatherman says, it will rain
again. A rip-rapping beat, taps in the sawing wood.
if the old had not
watered the fields before us
we would have no seed—
a wheel older than bones
sent and retrieves them
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Title had me humming into the poem.
Love “but we still know/the time.”
That last stanza, especially, ” if the old had not
watered the fields before us”, Shew!
❤️ thanks Pam. Rain day poems and …..just yeah, without them…whew……unimaginable.
Like the rhythm in this…
Thank you Linda.
I tried to capture it and then it got me instead ….lol
I feel drenched after reading this. Also, I can’t get this noise out of my head—’a rip-rapping beat, taps in the sawing wood.’
Thanks Jeremy.
I sat at the dentist to write a rain poem and ended up. Thinking about lineage of Poetry and how we are losing the beats.
Impermanence is a thing 😀and the beat goes on ❤️
A rip-rapping beat, taps in the sawing wood!
I feel the beat!
❤️ yeah !!! Gary is snoring but he ain’t dead yet. Sometimes, even in the house, when it rains, it pours.
Deep truth and meaning!
❤️
The rhythm is gorgeous here:
“A rip-rapping beat, taps in the sawing wood.”
Yes!
Thank you H.A.
Funny that this was written at the dentist’s office …..there is sometimes a funny thing happens and the rhythmic world snore-sings around us.
Nice, Coleman! That tanka is delicious.
Agree with Kevin — the ending is particularly good!
I think this poem is a comment on the wisdom of age — something we desperately need. Great variation on the haibun form.
Very soothing sleep when the rain plays music on my window – not so much when it throws buckets in the night!
Beautiful! And like the others, I love “the sundials are not working, but we still know the time.”