Weather Deux

Everything, even under-leaves,
Is soaked; water taps softly
On the cottage roof and sluices
Lazily in runnels everywhere.
Dock’s posts are mirrored
On its liquid surface;
A puddle sits on the boat roof canvas.
Sky and river are grey —
It’s early yet: tree bark is still dry.
The river surface, rippling slightly
In the almost nonexistent breeze,
Is pixellated by the insistent raindrops
Which softly fade the distant river shores.
And not a leaf moves. Except
For the drumming of the rain, no bird,
No boat, no other sound at all.

— August 27, 2006

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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2 Responses to Weather Deux

  1. drew says:

    I like this a lot, especially the last three lines.. It’s ‘pixellated’, by the way. Very inspiring

  2. riverwriter says:

    Thanks for the heads-up on pixellated; “pixilated” is entirely the wrong concept — comes from writing too fast. According to my notes, I wrote it in nine minutes. I guess speed is not all . . . .

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