Barometric Pressure
Across the lake the
hillside blurs: houses,
the vineyard, ten thousand
trees grow gray and
indistinct beneath
dark gray.
The chair, the novel, the
drying trunks I shelter before
returning to the dock to
extend my arms and
feel it come. It will mist
me with the wind, or it will
batter and punish my skin, or
some hundred or thousand
droplets among the septillion
will fall upon my arms and slide,
gently, along follicles and
fissures too small for me to know
so that then I can feel what I am.
A gull cries. I wait for God, for
the sky.
blurred but recognizable figures
i feel like, under the rain
everything is subject to change
there is a certain joy in
regarding someone
perhaps you've never talked to them
or never liked them
but under the rain, really
there's a certain awe for the world
that coruscates in the eyes of its beholders
so next time it rains
take a look around
notice what you didn't see before?
If Tomorrow Starts Without Me....
For my daughters
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If tomorrow starts without me…..
My wish for you is
Rainy days, hazy gazes, rainbows that linger
Leading to secrets promising life's destiny,
Music resounding along a multitude of journeys,
Joy running rampant across beams of moonlight,
Peace filtering nonstop into your soul like sunshine,
Fortunes built in character as steep as mountains,
Peace - rich, abundant, resplendent - like grass,
Laughter, like dragonflies, flitting about your depths,
Strength growing like a colorful array of garden flowers,
Understanding floating in on clouds, providing shelter,
Wisdom like flowing streams, empowering amid challenges,
And lastly, love that supplants to supersede all else
In this revolving,
Powerful pirouette
Of a dance we call life.
Rainy Days and Hazy Gazes
When the darkening sky arches over the infinite fields sloping down to embrace the face of the globe in a golden, rain-drenched blanket the world quiets, just a little, to savor the symphony of drums. The pattering, and the roar, each movement in the sonata ebbing and flowing. It builds. Your hands clasp mine, drenched in the warm summer rain. The stalks and flowers sway in time. The clash of thunder like nature's strongest cymbals initiates the dance. We twirl like the grass in the tremendous winds. The water drips down your face, tracing your cheekbones. The music begins its descent into the outro. A misty spray descends and the sky peels back its layers of heavy gray to reveal hues of pink and orange. The dying sun casts one final glance at the sky, refracting through the billions of droplets suspended in the heavens. A bright line of colors streaks through the skies, and I catch your bronzed eyes staring into mine. The concert is over, but the dancing has only begun.
Days of Haze and Spheres of Tears
Rainy daze
From lazy cornea
Makes hazy gaze
Toward false euphoria
Hazes precipitate
To airbrush the ugly
Make rays participate
To erase them subtly
Eyes in spheres
Half-empty still
Will fill with tears
Until half-filled
Some things are best
Viewed unfocused
To pass your test
Of what's gone unnoticed
The truth is crystal clear
Against lies that go blurred
The liar remains in fear
That the truth will aver
Rainy days and hazy gazes
the rain makes of a heavy storm outside,
it invites your presence,
and I greedily search for your warmth.
it's like my way of life,
to find home in the arms of anyone by mine.
how deep it hurts,
the haze in your eyes.
you look far in the distance,
to meet contact with a pair that aren't mine.
was the rain always this loud?
I need it to drown out the sound.
Your laughter combined with hers,
it makes my head heart.
Was the rain outside?
or was it never real?
made to help my pain subside,
and mask the high-pitched shattering of my shriveled up heart.
Summer rain
Raindrops strum the strings of my heart
As I burn with desire, a lot!
In this weather so soaked
Why is my passion so stoked?
When the drops beat their percussion
How long can yearnings stay in remission?
Will my soul find peace, or not?
When I burn with a desire so hot.
In this weather so soaked
Why is my passion so stoked?
Torn Down
The rain keeps falling in my world,
Though for everyone else, the day is bright and sunny.
I put on a smile, throw out a laugh;
No one the wiser about the pain behind my hazy eyes.
It builds and builds and builds
Until the dam breaks;
Rain falls and drips silently to the floor
Without a cloud in the sky.
They evaporate under the sun,
Unnoticed.
Who cares about a few drops of rain?
It seems like there is no end to the rainy days ahead,
But still I hope
For a shred of daylight
To pierce through the clouds
And wash away the tears left behind.
“The Rain”
In the rain-
Their plans are detained.
Their fun is on hold-
Their tan’s will fade.
The playing field is even; but only in the rain...
I’m kidding!
I’m winning!
I have gained!
Knowing!
They’ll be stuck in the house-
Gives me a dark pleasure-
I’m not proud of.
My plans, fun & tan do not exist-
Therefore; rain or shine- alone I sit.
Benz~ Copyright © 6-14-24