Rain drops, on nature's leaves
Holds bubbles like souvenir
Gifts from the heavens
And I am to find energy
Through these forest of wilderness
My inner strength to harvest
Wet as the leaves from rain
That hold rejuvenated sights
Green shots from old
And I am to be washed clean
Like a car wash service
Wax, hoovered and valeted
I am to be found, converged in the middle
In once scattered randomness to formation
Tia chi rebalances centres strength
This is the gift, that fuel my energy of life
Rain drops on leaves
To feed my awakening
nice...i love a good rainstorm, esp those moments immediately after when all smells fresh and clean like a great big sigh from nature...
ReplyDeleteYou harness that natural power into your poem, and bring it into the realms of chi and car washes. Very nice use of relatively short lines to create a converging effect that returns to a variation of the first line.
ReplyDeleteYES!!! Wriggle wriggle Joy!
ReplyDeleteyes - i have seen the centred energy in this as well kodjo - cool take on theprompt
ReplyDeleteYou caught something, Kodjo, that I missed in the photo -- the suggestion of energy. It looks like the spokes of a wheel, turning, producing that energy. Well done.
ReplyDeletelovely imagery of the rain drops ...
ReplyDeletewell penned
Very Zen, especially the last stanza. Well constructed.
ReplyDeleteThis was well written I enjoyed every rain droppy word of it.
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