Photo by Elizabeth Halt
Photo by Elizabeth Halt

the mean reds

September 13, 2012

i got nattering gnats that pinch and pry
i got parched sunbeams that drink me dry

i got restless train tracks that go nowhere
i got lily-white preachers that smell like a snare

i hear it come and it’s always the same
i shake my fist at the pouring rain

i got crosses, canyons, desert, and lace
i got maple winters burnt by fate

i got vulture voices hollow and lack
i got drowned old saints in a flaming pack

i hear it come and it’s always the same
i shake my fist at the pouring rain

i got selfish bumblebees buried alive
i got chains of worth stretched nine to five

i got crisscrossed pockets, five soon late
i got hidden fog that jumps its gate

i hear it come and it’s always the same
i shake my fist at the pouring rain

i hear it come but it’s never the same
i stretch my hands out toward the rain

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5 comments... (add a comment)

  1. Wonderful offering of words today, Elizabeth… Much food for thought this. As it’s been raining a lot here this summer, I’m trying to welcome the rain with hands cup–like a bowl, receiving… Trying to. ;o) Happy Days ((HUGS))

  2. Fall is well under way. It’s my favorite time of year. I just wish it lasted longer with all it’s beautiful colors.

    Cheers!

  3. tammy j

    good lord.
    that was an amazing bit of poetry to read.
    isn’t it strange…
    when you have too much or too little …
    we had a teaspoon of rain here yesterday.
    the drought stays. on and on and on and on.
    i’m like tracy. my hands are cupped to hold the last precious drop. no trying there!
    but i understand the shaking fist too.
    and i LOVE the picture.

  4. elizabeth

    tracy: we have had a very rain-less summer. i expect i will welcome it more readily this year. love the image of outstretched hands.

    catherine: me too! last year, it went almost through november and it was the most magical thing.

    tammy: i know. i was thinking about that with music the other week, how overplaying is never a problem if you like the song, and a huge problem when you don’t. wishing you more than a teaspoon of rain!

  5. Absolutely beautiful…WOW! I think this is the first I’ve read of your poetry?? Keep on writing girl..keep on writing. I so want to see/read more!!!

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