because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

rain story

drops blink past,
of an early fall; she–
damp smile
for the sky
to lighten.

dipped calves
cross rain-stained
brick bareheaded and
at a run, the road
anything but

an umbrella
in the glove box,
just in case she (re-)

31 responses

  1. Denise Golinowski

    Lovely. Part III gave me a delicious sense of painful anticipation. I’m left wondering where she went on the “road anything but yellow” and why he waits.

    September 6, 2011 at 2:30 pm

    • Thanks, Denise! I like that the piece leaves all these unanswered questions. πŸ™‚

      September 11, 2011 at 10:27 pm

  2. Your image, in photo and writing, is outstanding…..just lovely!

    September 6, 2011 at 2:46 pm

    • Aw, thanks, Cindy. glad people are liking the (actual) photo. I took it to fit the piece and I’m still not sure I’m crazy about it.

      September 11, 2011 at 10:29 pm

  3. No yellow-brick road this…good write.

    September 6, 2011 at 3:34 pm

  4. finger snap!


    September 6, 2011 at 5:16 pm

    • Thanks, dear! We need to get you to Richmond again soon πŸ™‚

      September 11, 2011 at 10:30 pm

  5. Loved all three, but the final takes it home for me. Well done!

    September 6, 2011 at 5:41 pm

  6. All three were wonderfully written, but yeah the final does sum it up so well, liked that one the best, very nice!

    September 6, 2011 at 6:11 pm

  7. ha these are all nice but i really like the middle…and the allusion to wizard of oz works nicely…and its raining here too so i can relate…smiles…

    September 6, 2011 at 7:18 pm

    • brian, glad to know my yellow brick road didn’t get completely lost in the puddles. πŸ™‚

      September 11, 2011 at 10:33 pm

  8. Nice….I really like the third one πŸ™‚

    September 6, 2011 at 9:01 pm

  9. Anonymous

    What a beautiful, spare poem. There’s just enough room for the reader to enter and picture his/her own rainy day. Excellent work!

    September 7, 2011 at 12:13 am

  10. Charles Elliott aka Beautyseer

    Judiciously phrased. Intriguing. Very nice the way it draws you in and makes you care about both of them….

    September 7, 2011 at 11:55 am

  11. i like “drops blink past,” and the way you’ve captured the beautiful image of rain-wet bricks “anything but yellow.” and the way he waits with his umbrella – for her…

    September 7, 2011 at 1:51 pm

    • thanks so much, leslie. always a pleasure to have your comments.

      September 11, 2011 at 10:35 pm

  12. Gorgeous words. I love rain and autumn.

    (The photo, somehow, made me think of lasagne.)

    September 7, 2011 at 2:14 pm

    • !!! uh, thanks? πŸ˜‰

      September 11, 2011 at 10:36 pm

  13. welldone — and the photo is just beautiful — thank you for this

    September 7, 2011 at 2:18 pm

  14. expatinCAT

    No fat on this…lean poetry. Excellent.. // Peter.

    September 7, 2011 at 3:34 pm

    • Thanks, Peter. appreciate your thoughts, as always.

      September 11, 2011 at 10:37 pm

  15. A piece well written, engaging – good work… mine is here:

    September 7, 2011 at 3:57 pm

  16. I love your wordplay here!

    September 7, 2011 at 7:13 pm

  17. I particularly like the hint of loss and hope in the third piece, but all are vivid and thought-provoking. Lovely.

    September 8, 2011 at 3:14 am

    • Thanks so much, Jennie πŸ™‚

      September 11, 2011 at 10:38 pm

  18. kaykuala

    Unique presentation and catchy.

    September 8, 2011 at 8:48 am

  19. appreciate everyone’s kind & thoughtful comments. so sorry for the belatedness of the replies– it’s been a hectic coupla days here, but, really, thank you to everyone for stopping by and sharing your insights. so nice to feel that one isn’t writing into a void… πŸ˜‰

    peace and love to you all,

    September 11, 2011 at 10:41 pm

  20. I have some lovely memories with puddles, umbrella and the rain… your poem here sent me right there. Beautiful!

    September 13, 2011 at 7:13 am

    • Thanks, Blaga! Always sweet to have a visit from you! πŸ™‚

      September 20, 2011 at 11:49 am

  21. What a lovely poem!

    September 20, 2011 at 12:06 am

  22. i love that all three could stand on their own as well…enjoyed your rain story

    September 28, 2011 at 3:42 pm


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