Day the ninth

Today the challenge is a concrete poem, where the physical shape reflects the subject, or tries to!

Dripping


when
it is
raining
the
water
runs off
my hat
and
drips
into
my boots.

Day the fourth

Today the prompt is to base a poem around a remembered image from a dream.

Rainstorm

The road is long, it stretches from the cross
to the motorway bridge
And I have to walk it every day, once one way
and once the other.
In my dreams the road never ends, I have to
keep on walking
Walking, walking, with the raindrops running
Down my neck.
My coat gets more and more soaked and the
water runs into my shoes,
Soaking my socks and sending shivers back
up to my knees.
My hands become wrinkled and waxy, not able
to grip or articulate,
And the perpetual rain keeps running down and
dripping off my nose.

Day the second

The prompt is to write about a specific place.


Yesnaby

The rain is horizontal
Driving, cold, relentless,
The wind whips the waves
Into froth and ice-steam
Drenching the cliffs
And despite it all
Primula Scotica stands small.

Day the first.

The prompt refers to an action of some sort as a metaphor for life.

Rain

I was born when the first raindrop fell
And I grew as the raindrop became an ocean.
As a river I met friends, more than I can tell,
And as I grow old and ponderous, in slow motion
I drift into an estuary, and thence the sea.