19 May 2011

Before The Flood

How much can be said
in seven minutes,
under cover of blackout?

Whispers the rainfall
outside open windows,
beckoning to weary soul

Rain is the slow life,
blood to nourish the earth
and fill the limbs

Laying still, straining to catch
voices out of the mist
pattering on sills and glass

Green verge laps up the silver,
Rose hips swell with honeydew
under hands that ache with longing

It is dreamtime, a walkabout
in the outback of the heart,
'round an axis, bold as love


  1. I thought this poem absolutely enchanting; a mystical treasure...

  2. Very provocative, sir.

    Oh...and I believe it is possible to share everything in seven minutes.

  3. The last two stanzas made me swoon.

  4. Wow!!! I'm with Tess on the last two... simply mahvelous dahling! xoxo

  5. yes, tess nailed the feeling for sure....it is such a love story you are painting....When I first read it, it called to mind "Dancing with Tears in My Eyes" by Ultravox for some reason, but it really evolved reading it again....i imagine it is how the desert here in arizona feels (if I may anthropomorphize the LAND) when those first clouds gather, and the monsoon rains begin.


"Let your laws come undone
Don't suffer your crimes
Let the love in your heart take control..."

-'The Hair Song', by Black Mountain

Tell me what is in your heart...