In the Time of Rain: Magnetic Poetry


Vincent van Gogh, “Wheat field in Rain” [Public Domain]via Wikipedia Commons

After the rain

licks pink from the sky


and shadowed mist

cries a raw symphony of aching sighs,


you trudge to–

or from—


wanting. . .

whispering. . .


“There the sun rose in honeyed music,

sang of life when”


So our dreams together

recall time


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My message from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle. She’s knows it’s raining here—again.

30 thoughts on “In the Time of Rain: Magnetic Poetry

  1. I love the Van Gogh. The colour is exactly the colour of rain. There’s a lot of longing in this one, probably for a bit of sunshine, and dreaming together. Lovely ending.
    Our messages aren’t too similar this week. Maybe because we have the sun and spirits have risen 🙂

    • Thank you, Dale. It is very dreary. I wouldn’t want all the snow we’d have though if was colder. The worst thing though is that in-between stuff when we get freezing rain and ice. I’d rather have snow than that. I’d like one pretty snowfall when I don’t have to go anywhere, then let it melt and have the sun come out. Seems reasonable, doesn’t it? 🙂

  2. Great poem/art combination, Merril! it’s raining here, too! I’ve never seen a wet Arizona winter like this! (and cold) Mist on the mountain. It could be Alaska in the fall!

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