IMOGENE’S NOTEBOOK
When Fell the Rain
Poetry
Published in
May 16, 2024
how highly unusual
how perfectly bizarre
there was no poetry
when fell the rain.
there was not a stitch of sound or pounding
heard upon the patched planks of wood
or sizzled embers.
there was not a random act of kindness
or a kiss upon pre-moistened ruby lips.
there was no coming or going
no carvings or piercings
no need for apostrophes or punctuation.
there was only anticipation
as if time was standing still
no time for tears
or fear or misanthropy
no time for anything
but dewy fields of wildflowers
and some sturdy windproof umbrellas
at that very moment,
when so gently fell the rain.
Poetic grace notes: have you ever experienced those moments in your life
when it felt like time stood still?
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