Saturday, July 15, 2017

The rain poured down


My wife had gone to have a bath
I said I'd work in the garden
But outside the rain poured down
Just one blackbird looked up at me
As I stood on the verandah

A bamboo bush swayed in the wind
Dirty clouds scudded across the sky
The leafless fruit trees quite silent
Singing came from my now clean spouse
So went back in to light a fire

She now emerged with glowing skin
Looking like an artist's painting
Hanging on a gallery wall
Clearly now I was not a monk
For a stirring need was so dire

Image of Nude-art-043 by G. Gull found at https://fineartamerica.com

23 comments:

  1. Nothing is better than a fireside yearning,

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  2. So much for the work in the garden then!! :)

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  3. When needs must! another enchanting poem Old Egg

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  4. Clouds and rain to satiate the green!

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  5. Your poem is a painting, Robin! I can picture the vivid scene!

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  6. This made me smile. I can see her glowing face.

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  7. Hard to do yard work in the rain...better to spend the evening by the fire.

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  8. Choices choices 😃
    Nice one Robin

    Much love...

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  9. Nothing like fireside, a glowing spouse, and a gentle rain! Well said!

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  10. Those stirring can be so telling ;)

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  11. Very sensual and successful capture of the worlds different layers of beauty.
    Thanks for posting.

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  12. Such a loving piece of writing, a beautiful poem.

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  13. Interesting reflection. We who love your poetry are grateful you are not a monk.

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  14. Perfect build-up to the last line.

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  15. A beautiful moment made for you. (by you)

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  16. Beautifully sketched and brilliantly pinned - figuratively and literally - to that fire.

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  17. What makes this poem sing for me is your attention to detail in describing the day, and beauty of your wife.

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