Rain
Mother and Father
If I were the rain,
I would be less begrudging.
I’d teach Heaven how to beat
a rhythmical drum. I would
speak fluent and decisive electricity. I‘d strike up
a conversation with the wind
and babble with the trees and roofs. If I were the rain,
I’d hammer away as if I could play Continue reading
The Anchor’s Chain
The morning dawns
lightning strikes
and black sky,
we’re leaving now
to catch the tide.
hoisted sails
and fishing poles,
black coffee
and jelly rolls,
like mallard wings
we shed the rain
and leave behind
the anchor’s chain. Continue reading
Common Sense, Deluge
Today is a day to make Noah happy. The ducks are rejoicing along with the geese. There are night crawlers reveling in the streets and turtles with their eyes to the Heavens. The protesters are all holed up, hiding in their little dark rooms having to wallow in the mire of their discontent. Good riddance, I say, it’s a beautiful day. A deluge, tranquillity blessed in a chair on the porch with the rain like Angel’s singing. A glorious day to wring your thoughts. Glory to the storm. Glory to love and my beautiful wife. I am happy. I am present and content with the rain.
Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books™
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