our intention and so gentle . . . this rain


so gentle   this rain


so gentle   this rain   not so much

falling as settling   as if 

by invitation   an agreement 

between earth and sky   


the desert covets each drop

so it would seem   by how quickly 

it is secreted   

precious as diamonds to an heiress


how quickly the desert returns

what it receives 

in the form of bouquets    

flowering from thorn and rock alike


it is this give and take which we see  

which we recognize

with awakened senses   and think   

in this moment   at least   we live in glory   



our intention


our intention was uncomplicated

she lay with her head on my shoulder

touching, with unintended consequences

i fell into a deep state of relaxation


a torpor, which, like a yawn, is contagious

her hand paused, then stilled, until

together we drifted into semi-sleep

dreaming and daydreaming, two as one


though not a great mystery, a mystery

nonetheless, happened a stirring,

an awakening, motion, movement, breath

gone the relaxation, torpor, dreams and daydreams


come the piccolos, flutes, brass, reeds

come the violins, cellos, double basses

come the timpani and cymbals, come the tide

it isn't complicated, but it is mysterious





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Written on 2021-07-11 at 06:06

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Hans Bump The PoetBay support member heart!
They are both very sensual and paint with delicate brushes. Took my mind to on interesting voyages.
Thank you.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm a little dense. I didn't get the connection between these two poems at first. Both describe how something gentle can lead to the bursting forth of something else. Nicely done.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Jim. I was once in Death Vally during a rain storm that turned to snow! The desert is a miracle at times such as you describe.

The second poem has that marvellous dynamic that begins muted but swells to a lush almost tactile crescendo; magnificently written!

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I like them both. The first flows so well. The second has that odd word "torpor" in it. When you say "lethargic" you can feel the laziness, "torpor" sounds more like an aggressive animal. Sorry I am digressing. I love the idea of the dream music at the end. I always enjoy your work although I am often not in a frame of mind to concentrate.