The Color of Rain
Glad, the days when I hear
the colors in the sky
speaking through the rain,
their voices telling the rain,
“Listen closely and hear
the beauty of the sky.
Your own voice within the sky
is most welcome, rain,
joined with ours for all to hear.”
Glad too, the rain, to hear such welcome in the sky.
This is my response to Words and picture poetry challenge – 1, from Jane Dougherty, where she offers the Francis Ledwidge poem “Thomas McDonagh” with the challenge that we use three words from the poem as the end-of-line words in a tritina, with the Ledwidge poem as inspiration. (a variance, on my part, here)
Tritina ~ a poem with three three-line stanzas and a fourth stanza of one line
~ the same three end words used in the first three stanzas, in this order in successive stanzas: 1,2,3; 3,1,2; 2,3,1
~ the last, one-line stanza using the three words
“The repetition of words in a Tritina makes this form a good match for
a story that uses common speech, for in conversation the repetition of key words is common.” (poetscollective.org)
The three words used here are hear, sky and rain (1,2,3)
Also shared with Open Link Night #262, at dVerse Poets Pub.
Image source: freeimages.com / Michael Koralewski
floating in beauty
sun resting on the water
peaceful end of day
dropping sails on calm waters
at one with nature’s splendor
Another response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Thirty (each day a new Yeats quote).
“And I shall have some peace there,
for peace comes dropping slow”
Image: sunset on Lake Ontario, August 1, 2011
fir tree stands frozen
wearing robe of winter rain
no refuge offered
chickadee lands seeking cones
thawed in early morning sun
This is my response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Thirty (each day a new Yeats quote).
“And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow”
Image source: fineartamerica.com (Ice Storm Chickadees by Johanna Lerwick)
I would that the Boar without bristles had come from the West
and had rooted the sun and moon and stars out of the sky.
In his stead, we sailed from the east to drive him from his land.
The sun, moon and stars taunting him with a freedom
that would not be his, we herded him
into a destiny of manifest squalor
while spoiling his land,
free of guilt
in our own
This is my response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-Eight (each day a new Yeats quote)
“I would that the Boar without bristles had come from the West
And had rooted the sun and moon and stars out of the sky”
Image source: “The Trail of Tears” by Max D. Standley
Child within My Heart
Carefree, this bundle
we bring into life,
shielded from the trials
we face, the worries
that plague us.
Though life is short,
it will not pass her by
without challenge. With
our love and guidance,
she will meet
the lessons it offers.
And so she sleeps,
This is my response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-Seven (each day a new Yeats quote)
“Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on.”
as on swells. Why
dwell on them,
once past? We ride
those seas together,
through any storm, each
bringing calm to the other.
This is my response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-Six (each day a new Yeats quote)
“I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!”