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raindrops shun the metronome
by Kristina Woodhillraindrops shun the metronome
their beat comes
easily;
fingered pretense
taps tap tap tap tap tap tap,
a lead in
to deep
chest-felt drumming
on my wood bench thrumming
raindrops shun the picture frame
though windows grab
and snatch;
the smears smile
long and vertically,
lapping with a
sloppy tongue
eyes slip through, quite undone
raindrops shun the new drawn map
directives point
and glare;
each thorough
soaking through
mocks signs
that dictate
stops along the way
dissolving parchment lettered plots
surveyed as truths, soon washed away
11/03/2008
Posted on 11/03/2008
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/03/08 at 05:35 PM ...k-gal, by golly you've danced w/ a raindrop?...lucy dawg and your descript o' the fluid...just loveRly loveRly |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/03/08 at 07:40 PM A nice write for those who dance with raindrops as you do. Accepting what is given is a gift. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/04/08 at 08:26 PM Wonderful Kristina. When it rains we need to go greet it, and stand there soaking up every drop like applause. But, "your" rain has an terrific, natural effervenscence I love. Delighted. Thanks. |
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