Monday, April 26, 2010

Rain Pondered

rain stumbles down from clouds
black and gray and terror and mighty
and i am closed in from the drops
dancing down from the up aboves
stepping gently through intoxicated ears

the smell of rain is like a song
old and remembered with numbered days
of nights held up in covered blooms
safe from lightning and thunders rage

rain isn't like a clock or the moon
it doesn't come with loyal eyes
it comes and goes as though it's pleased
when joyous lovely tear drops fall
and i am but a child again

when rain has closed off it's mighty tongue
they walk and play and run and splash
and ponder upon the uneven stump
for rain makes rivers out of men


Copyright © 2010 Alexis Hallum

23 comments:

Terresa said...

I love this, especially the last stanza:

when rain has closed off it's mighty tongue
they walk and play and run and splash
and ponder upon the uneven stump
for rain makes rivers out of men

Beautiful.

PS: I have a poetry contest going on over @ my blog. Stop by & check it out!!

xoxo,
Terresa

Wanda said...

Lovely poem, Alexis...rain has a way leading us into daydreaming thoughts. We had a gentle mist all day yesterday!
♥...Wanda

Alexis said...

Terresa,
I will check it out! I always love a good Poetry contest!

Wanda,
I love the rain. I am in Virginia visiting family and it rained all day yesterday. I really truly enjoy the rain.

Grad said...

This was simply lovely, Alexis. I love the lines: rain isn't like a clock or the moon, it doesn't come with loyal eyes. Very evocative.

Alexis said...

Grad,
Thank you for reading and also for your comment.

Jodi said...

The third stanza is my favorite. Hey, have you seen the movie Bright Star? It's about the poet John Keats.

Katie McCoach said...

Hey thanks for stopping by my blog, your comments are really appreciated :) and this poem is great because you took something simple like rain that at some point everyone tries to work into their writing and you did it! ha you made it work and i like your style alot.

Alexis said...

Jodi,
I haven't seen it but now I'm curious so I will have to check it out.

Alexis said...

Katie,
Your welcome! Thank you so much for reading.

Lydia Kang said...

Thanks for stopping by my blog. I love finding poets among the masses of fiction writers. I write some poetry too.
I love your poem. So fragile and beautiful.

Alexis said...

Your welcome, and Thank You Lydia. I'm really enjoying your blog. It's very interesting!

Barb said...

I like to think of rain "stumbling" and "dancing down from the up aboves". Your words form an intricate picture that I must read again to fully (if ever?) understand. Keep writing, Alexis!

Jaydee Morgan said...

Very, very nice. I can't write it but I love reading it when other people can :)

blueviolet said...

You made rain into something beautiful, and I don't often think of it that way. Thank you.

Amandasaurus said...

Hey there! Thanks for commenting my blog. I agree with blueviolet - living in New England, rain is a common inconvenience, yet it can be beautiful if we stop to watch it. Love the last line about rivers of men.

Samantha Bennett said...

Ah, a poet! I love finding poets. This poem is lovely, reminds me of when I would go for runs in the rain during high school.

Thanks for visiting my blog! Nice to meet another Kansan. :) I miss that state too.

The pale observer said...

Lovely poetry! Thanks also for your comment over at Holli's Ramblings. I'm your latest follower!

Cheers
Holli

Caroline Starr Rose said...

Glad to have you join my challenge!

The Rainbow Dreaming said...

Hi Alexis! Its nice to meet you. Thankyou for your comment. As for honesty, I don't know any other way to be but me. I also love to write poetry, and love some of the poems I've read so far. My poems have always been rhyming ones. I like true poets who can write about anything, at times its very descriptive without being verbose or without it needing to rhyme. You are one of those true poets. Liana.

Arian Rey Tejano said...

wow very impactful in such few words. That is the definition of poetry, you must keep up this up. This was a truely great piece.

Annie said...

Hi Alexis,

The more times I read this poem, the more I love it, and I hear your unique poet's "voice." The imagery, rhythm, sound, and mood is complete; and leaves room for the reader to bring in their own reminiscence and relationship to rain.

I love all the stanzas, and this stanza:

"the smell of rain is like a song
old and remembered with numbered days
of nights held up in covered blooms
safe from lightning and thunders rage"

This is a wonderful poem to read aloud!

Jaime Kubik said...

I loved this! You're obviously much more poetic than I...many times I think I should call myself a writer of lines that rhyme instead of a poet. Thanks for popping by my blog today. I hope you'll stop back again -- maybe give this "line rhymer" some helpful hints!

GreenEyes said...

Once again Alexis, your way with words shines through. you word everything as if it had always been that melodic, but we just didn't know it till now.