Monday, March 30, 2015

Sunday deal

Manchester by R.A.D. Stainforth ~ courtesy by Tess Kincaid


Spring back on the streets
pop up attitude
piercing the clouds…

Umbrella –
my little moon,
my shelter;
me – move
measuring shadows
on the urban pavement;
You – climbing
impalpable
on each rainy string
in search for open portal
of tears and precipitations, -
perception not added
to taxes, bills, forms…

the billow covers
existence,
the fiery call
I hear on distance
the song pattern
drumming in crafty
repair frame…

I sing it to stay
in presence
of rain.

by Brenda Warren


Shared with PU Poetry Pantry

16 comments:

  1. Not added to the bills as they have no thrills. A song sung

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  2. On each rainy string- spring enters! You did well with this list!

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  4. I always like the smell of rain!
    Very nice poem, nice.

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  5. Beautiful response to the prompt.

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  6. oh the worries of life. some things even the rain cant wash away

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  7. There are no strings on this - well done

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  8. Sunday’s Whirligig is available to help “fill in the gaps” created by Brenda’s three-month absence from The Sunday Whirl. I hope you’ll consider joining in the whirling fun. Check it out!

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  9. The excitement of theses words to the prompt are just right. The way it feel on a rainy Sunday walk…

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  10. Love the passionate ending and specially this part:

    Umbrella –
    my little moon,
    my shelter;

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  11. i love a good rain.. love the image of the umbrella as little moon and the open portals...

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  12. I love the metaphoric umbrella moon...

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  13. An achievement to add the words all together in the first place but you have certainly delivered here. Well done.

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  14. A very moving piece, indeed!

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