For Momentary Academic
And when the rain falls tonight, dragnets behind the purse-seiners of the charcoal blue clouds, lay in need. And when the spring around you falls away from the hope of green sprigs and turns to the tumult of storming heaven, lay in desperation of your folly. And when the storm breaks open upon a hopeful land, demolishing some and raising others in the cycle of living and dying green, lay in want.
Because I do not.
I only lay in the rain.
May 6, 2008 at 7:23 pm
Poetic. And inspirational.
May 6, 2008 at 10:00 pm
Thank you. It all came out of a simple request from a friend that I “write something new.”
I may start taking requests.
May 7, 2008 at 6:27 am
Thanks. Good job, darlin.
May 7, 2008 at 6:35 am
No problem, pard.
May 7, 2008 at 8:28 pm
I would call this fertile ground.
I tend to break things like this down and see how the fragments play (I know, you don’t care – bear with me):
“Lay in want
Because I do not.
I only lay in the rain.”
This is a very nice piece. Strip away all but these three lines and it’s the kind of poem that will stick in my head for days.
But that’s just me. I crazy like that.
May 8, 2008 at 3:53 pm
beautiful image too
May 8, 2008 at 4:07 pm
Trelvix: I have always been a little too wordy to be a real poet. I mean, if I could slow my brain into a good mulling gear, I could. I just don’t have it most days.
Nurse Myra: Thanks.
May 9, 2008 at 12:04 pm
I just read a book that had a line in it that you might like: “Anyone who would write a poem would suck a dick.”
May 10, 2008 at 1:02 am
Bukowski? He said that.