“I feel the rain”….

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(Wintered Geese, watercolor, 2009,  Jane Kohut-Bartels)

OPEN LINK NIGHT over at dversepoets.com.  Come read some marvelous poetry. Tonight is hosted by my dear friend, Kanzen Sakura, (AKA Toni Spenser).  AND! It’s her Birthday!!!!!

 

I feel the rain waiting to be born.

I hear the banshee wind

Race around eaves,

Scaring the haunts in the attic,

Making hambone frenzy with

hollow, powdery limbs.

 

Trees now tilting whirligigs

Ancient pin, water oaks

Dancing St. Germaine’s dance–

Frenzy below amongst quilted colors

Ruffling the feathers of nature

Tossing the spectrum wide.

 

I smell the mossy rain finally born,

Hear the clatter on a tin roof

Wind howling down rainspouts

Smell again the musty fog

Born of a sullen, moaning stream

And head for bed under the eaves,

Shared with a Banshee zephyr

And a ham-bone frenzy

serenading ’til dawn.

 

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2017

 

 

 

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32 Responses to ““I feel the rain”….”

  1. kanzensakura Says:

    This is most excellent. I love the manager wind and all the scents written about in this poem.

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  2. ladynyo Says:

    Thank you! I like the first line and still haven’t gotten the poem beneath right! But there is time and much room for improvement. I just couldn’t get much beyond that first line before, and I am making a bit of progress. LOL! Thank you again, Toni.

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  3. kanzensakura Says:

    Anytime dear Jane!

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  4. kim881 Says:

    Welcome back, Jane! The opening line has a fresh feel and the banshee wind makes me shiver and I love the lines:
    ‘Scaring the haunts in the attic,
    Making hambone frenzy with
    hollow, powdery limbs’.
    I also enjoyed
    ‘Ruffling the feathers of nature
    Tossing the spectrum wide’
    and
    ‘I smell the mossy rain finally born,
    Hear the clatter on a tin roof
    Wind howling down rainspouts’.
    Deliciously atmospheric words in this poem!

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  5. kanzensakura Says:

    I do love this poem, again!

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  6. Jane Dougherty Says:

    lovely catalogue of the sounds and sensations of the rain.

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  7. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) Says:

    I love the way you describe the wind and the rain being born… under the eaves is a good place to be.

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  8. ladynyo Says:

    Thank you, Bjorn. This poem took a very different path than I intended. I’ll be over later. Just buried a cat.

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  9. ladynyo Says:

    Thank you, Jane. I don’t know what I wanted here, but I couldn’t really follow after that first line. Sad.

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  10. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) Says:

    Oh… I’m so sorry for you and for the cat.

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  11. ladynyo Says:

    Thank you, thank you, again. And Happy Birthday, dear, sweet friend.

    xox

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  12. kanzensakura Says:

    ❤ xxx

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  13. ladynyo Says:

    Oh, in your reading, Kim….it doesn’t seem so bad. LOL! I just can’t quite connect with the opening line. It’s not really there yet…and I probably will rewrite this poem all over again…lol….until I have used up all the possibilities of where that first line takes me. Thank you, Kim. Tomorrow I will be over.

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  14. ladynyo Says:

    I wasn’t going to say anything and then I just gave up. Willow was a crippled cat we rescued exactly a year ago, and he was doing great. But he went into the back yard, the domain of the dogs, and met his end there this morning. Sigh.

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  15. hypercryptical Says:

    Your words breath atmosphere and a wonderful wildness and I think they connect with the first line.
    I do understand how sometimes we are not satisfied with our words, feel they could be better – but I loved reading yours.
    So sorry about Willow.
    Anna :o]

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  16. Jane Dougherty Says:

    It has the feeling of the rain, ephemeral.

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  17. Angela Says:

    Such a visceral journey this was! Beautifully penned.

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  18. ladynyo Says:

    Thank you, Angela.

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  19. ladynyo Says:

    Thank you, Anna. I’m a bit numb right now. We had Willow for just a year. He was crippled in some way when we found him, recovered, and now this. Jesus.

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  20. Grace Says:

    This is a lovely poem Jane ~ Liking the sounds of the rain being born ~

    Sad to read about your cat ~

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  21. ladynyo Says:

    Thanks, Grace….on both counts.

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  22. Angela Says:

    My pleasure.

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  23. Alwi Shatry Says:

    Wonderful write about the impending birth of the rain and all that follows.

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  24. Frank Hubeny Says:

    I like the idea of rain being “born” and the wind scaring the haunts but serenading others at the same time.

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  25. kim881 Says:

    That’s the whole thing about poems, Jane. Once they are on the page they have a life of their own – we just have to nurture them and let them develop at their own pace.

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  26. ladynyo Says:

    Agreed, Kim. They have a life of their own.

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  27. ladynyo Says:

    Thanks, Frank.

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  28. ladynyo Says:

    Thanks, Alwi for reading and your comment.

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  29. ladynyo Says:

    Thanks, Jane.

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  30. Jane Dougherty Says:

    🙂

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  31. sunmoonstar13 Says:

    Reading your poetry is always a rich sensory experience. Wonderful stuff!

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  32. ladynyo Says:

    Hiya Nick!! Thank you so much, my dear friend. as friends for over 10 years your reading and commenting have always helped me in my writing! Best! Jane

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