writing jam/rainy day - part 1

Making muddle of baking puddles, screaming curdles with bitter whey.
Climbing a ladder of I don't want to be here, crunching an apple, in the uncomfortable constant of whirligig roundabout change. Castles in the air, a ferris wheel with flapping legs; safety bar to hem you in, protect your head from falling out, out -- smack onto the tarred concrete, the bubbled cobbles, the unfriendly sharp-stoned flatspread, pierced deep with the mighty roots of steel.

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I wrote this piece, and its continuation, on a heavily rainy day.

forecast bricks

forecast bricks, a-falling from the sky, this morning.

denting the grass, a raining danger.

confounding the best-laid landscapes,

cratering hedges and ticketing garden gnomes;

splashing and crashing

and crushing delicate fountainwork,

intricate garden lacery,

squashing it, slamming it,

flat.

rain

rain
tapping on the roof, so
thin away from the ceiling,
sounds
so
close to me, I even sat up
to see if it was
dripping down onto my bed.
but
-- sleep --
it
wasn't...


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Image from here.

in and out of synch

the rain beat down,
and I watched the wipers,
swish and swipe,
wipe and rest, wipe and rest and return;
and they two were just slightly
out of
synch, and I waited and watched till they came together
as one. and again.

fading in and out of synchrosity,
in and out of touch;
come and go, waves lapping
and touching and missing:
water meets shore, retreats,
forth and back,
go forth and go back,
in and out of time.

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Image from here.