Dancing in the Rain
A slow pattering
Little drops
On a canvas white
Their mesmerizing
Lusciousness
To my brain
Exuding rest
Peacefulness
Slower breathing
Bringing up
The rear
The smell
Wafts into
My brain
A little dirt
Mixed with
A sweetness
Met with
An exuberance
For new life
Springing forward
In the months
To come
Let it rain
My soul
Dancing
In the rain
Rick Ellsmore
2.3.19
PS. this picture was taken in 2017 in Pecos, New Mexico in the midst of a luscious downpour!
A Sunflower she is Blown in the wind Born into unforgiving soil Forced to grow With little water Surviving on The extremes Overexposure to The sun and moon Underexposed of their light Somehow, she grew Strengthening with each breath Moving forward While protecting A fragile heart Kindness being her Guiding light The North Star Within…
Long Haul Words popping Into my liquid mind The recent hike With a young man Ever present I’m not about going faster I’m about going longer Sharing the turtle analogy Over-enthusiasm and bullheadedness of no use Pushing through everything No longer desiring The pain and loneliness Coming with This choice in life Ahh, the wisdom…
I’m pondering Broken It’s been in My vocabulary My psyche Living in It’s persuasiveness Daily Google says Broken means Smashed, shattered, burst, fragmented, splintered, crushed, snapped, rent, torn, ruptured, separated, severed, in bits, in pieces defeated, beaten, vanquished, overpowered, overwhelmed, subdued, dispirited, discouraged, dejected, crushed, humbled, dishonored, ruined, crippled Now there’s an Avenger’s lineup Of words To get excited about NOT!…
My heart Sending a virtual HUG Knowing the path Brings pain Generational sorrow An ache Churning from Deep within Unstoppable at times Ever-present Peace to you Dear creature Of the earth Peace to you As you search The vast sea Climb the Tallest mountain Walk the Countless sands Peace to you Finding you The one…
I am Ripped and torn I am Older but still able I am Comforting to friends I am Able to be spilled upon I have Springs that occasionally pop up I have A bit of an odor from age I have Some rough edges I will Help in getting you there I will Be there…
Chuck was alone. Well at least he felt that way. Emotions flooding in from his days as a young shoe being heat seared at around 300 degrees. Alone in the dark surrounded by fire. Knowing something was missing but not able to fully understand what it was. Life was good. Chuck loved being a sneaker….
