Saturday, June 27, 2009

Rain


Thank you to Just Writing Words for the suggestion of Blue Rain. Please visit One Single Impression to read some inspired writing.

Tall Grass, a painting by Nadine McHenry, Artist

Blue rain

maybe it will rain
and the crickets
anarchists as they are
will wind time backwards
on a broken spring.

24 comments:

Dr.John said...

Wow! Great images.

Jim said...

OMGosh! Those anarchist crickets will have us waking up for morning before we even get to bed! Lets pray for the spring to get hung up.
This was cute, thank you.
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gautami tripathy said...

I love it! Anarchist crickets!

wrath of nature

Gemma Wiseman said...

The thought of crickets being anarchists is brilliant! Love this!

anthonynorth said...

Clever words. I like the idea in this.

Luther James Spells said...

Crickets torment me here at night. Located in a swamp, through the walls I still hear them. They cry freely as I rip at my hair hoping they stop. Or I find peace in my sleep. Where the sounds of voices replace them. And the torment continues.
LJSIII

Sherri B. said...

Ooh, I really loved the images this evoked! Lovely.

Pam said...

What great lines in this poem. Such an amazing image-- "anarchist crickets"1

Sandra.if said...

that is cute,,,yes!

sgreerpitt said...

winding time backwards -- interesting concept; I wonder toward what?

floreta said...

i like the thought of crickets being anarchists.

the walking man said...

A healthy dose of anarchy would be a good thing...only problem is the government would capture dip the crickets in chocolate and fry them. Then tell us they were a non-consequential annoyance that have now become a treat to eat and a new image for a T shirt.

Anonymous said...

Beautiful words... It makes one long for the rainy season!

lissa said...

refreshing...I like the broken spring

Tumblewords: said...

Maybe it will - love the vision of this.

Jeeves said...

anarchist cricket. like the words used here,

Geraldine said...

I enjoyed this very much! Great take on the prompt.

Just to let you know, when I tried to access your link, from my blog: My Poetic Path, it came up as link broken, unable to access. Very strange. I got here via OSI. Thought other readers might have had the same problem.

Anonymous said...

ahh, living in the city one hardly hears the rebels... a hot night outside in the middle of nowhere it is a sweet sound as you speak...

Irene said...

Very compactly conveys a time of broken spring and the role of the crickets and the rain in this is interesting.

Patois42 said...

That is unbelievably fabulous. Really. Wow!

Patti said...

Excellent poem- great imagery and I loved" winding time backwards"- what a concept that would be!

Anonymous said...

I love the sounds: crickets-anarchists-backwards-broken.

nice ear!

zoya gautam said...

fabulous

gabrielle said...

Thank you all for your comments. They mean so much to me. This one was inspired by an archival memory of my father winding his watch every night before retiring.