nature

The rain; the clouds, the sun, the ideopraxist!: A poem

I think of rain. Its large pink drops from a grey-blue sky! Those welcome drops drunk by the earth till it is full and washes away the dust of the streets, like an anointing! I am a child again in the seventies, when the sky broke in too many places with thunder and lightning. We had no Continue reading “The rain; the clouds, the sun, the ideopraxist!: A poem “

Would I be moonstruck? Would I be wonderstruck?: A poem

I was wondering tonight if I could watch the moon throw shadows in persuasion at me! I am limpid as air, but not limping water I am a chronic romancer, but no crone Would you believe that Allah got Parkinson’s in contagion with the crone he slept with? I am as moonstruck as wonderstruck, tonight that I chance toContinue reading “Would I be moonstruck? Would I be wonderstruck?: A poem “