The Color of Rain ~ tritina

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

fireworks at midnight ~ tanka

fireworks at midnight
pop and crackle of thunder
wet grass in morning
a break in temperature
a cardinal’s morning call

I woke shortly after midnight to the rapid sound sound of thunder
that could have passed for The 1812 Overture.
This tanka pretty much wrote itself.

endless falling rain ~ haibun

endless falling rain

In sudden warm temperatures, heavy winter snow flows with water, the melt running past ground still frozen. River reservoirs fill, and engineers with their minds on management of nature’s course decide when and where water will flow. Relentless spring rains add to already overburdened rivers, while waters rise and banks disappear. Levees that have withstood years of repeated onslaught are breached or overtopped. Water flows through city streets, while farm fields lie underwater, the season’s crops destroyed as they wait for the river to recede.

endless falling rain
rivers closed to all traffic
fish swim in the streets

This haibun (word count 98) is my response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #89 Extreme Haibun … rain, with the challenge to write of a haibun of 100 words or less in length.

It Feels Like Rain ~ cento

 

It Feels Like Rain

When the rain comes,
they run and hide their heads
when they should be singing,
celebrating that glorious feeling.

Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain.
Never gonna stop the rain by complainin’.
It’s a pretty comfy feeling,
caught up in a summer shower.

Clouds of mystery pourin’ confusion on the ground.
It’s a time to reach out for something new.
It’s shining down like water
and it feels like rain.

Feel the power of the rain
making the flowers grow.
Oh, I hear laughter in the rain,
there with the beat of the rain on the leaves.

Upon us a little rain must fall,
so stay with me and I’ll have it made.
Open up the heavens.
Let it rain!

This cento (my first) is in response to the prompt for NaPoWriMo.net Day 10 which is to take a regional saying about the weather and write a poem around it. Instead, I’ve taken lyrics from 14 songs to form this poem.

The songs and artists are as follows:

When the Rain Comes – The Beatles
Singing in the Rain – Gene Kelly

The Falling Rain – The Cascades
Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head – B J Thomas
Rain on the Roof – Lovin’ Spoonful

Who’ll Stop the Rain – Creedence Clearwater Revival
Purple Rain – Prince
Have You Ever Seen the Rain – Creedence Clearwater Revival
Feels Like Rain – John Hiatt

Flowers in the Rain – The Move
Laughter in the Rain – Neil Sedaka

The Rain Song – Led Zeppelin
No Rain – Blind Melon
Make it Rain – Tom Waits

Photo by Max Bender on Unsplash (cropped here)