the rain beats down on the windshield
wipers bashing at the chaos
trucks splattering more water
than those tiny blades can swipe
cursing the rain, the car zooms along
I’m wishing I had time
to stop and dance in the rain…
Carol Titus
royalpurple
I'm a graphic designer, who loves photography, poetry & music. I've been writing poetry since I was in high school. My format is usually freeform, but sometimes I write haiku. This is an awesome way to get my brain going, so I will probably be writing well after the marathon is complete!
Apologies friends…
Well, I thought I’d have all my poems posted by now, however, life intruded…I will try to finish posting them this weekend…
hour eight
as we stand listening to another band
your arm draped across my shoulders
you gently touch my hair
and caress my neck
I lean into your chest, your chin
rests on my head, as the
music joins us, my heart
flutters with joy
hour seven
pen to paper, thoughts
flowing from my brain, escape
poems create themselves
hour six
sunlight breaks the clouds
shining down on me, as I
garden, hands in dirt
hour five
it’s late, the house is quiet
lying in bed,
my mind wanders to memories
from my childhood…
late nite whispers with
my sister,
drives with my parents on Sundays,
trips to the State Fair &
the county fair,
Working in the yard,
or the garden
or the hay field…
Chasing cows while waiting for
the school bus…
those are tears streaming down my face
– yet I smile
hour four
his fingers stroke the strings
the guitar sings the melody
the music creeps into my head
the lyric goes straight to my heart
filling me totally, an endless
feeling, coursing through my veins…
my mind reading the melody
converting it to colors and light
reducing me to tears…
and he smiles, and a wink as
the strain fades…
hour three
petals of bright fuschia,
deep green leaves,
droplets of water
crystallize in the sunlight,
the creek water ripples
with the gentle summer breeze,
dragonflies, skip on the sandbar
frogs making a chorus
add a soundtrack to enjoy the night
hour two
little pink nose,
bright green eyes,
long, soft whiskers
touch my face…
soft, grey fur
rubs my arm
that rough tongue
takes a single swipe,
offering an early morning
meow, “Good morning”
as my day starts,
with such a simple pleasure.
hour one
the rain is gently falling
tapping on the skylight
softly lulling
as we lay
he touches my cheek,
us falling into sleep…