Saturday, April 26, 2008

intermission-------Writers Island



sweet smell of hibiscus tickles the nose
dark green leaves softly sway in the air
moist earth cools the feet
I watch the gentle night slowly unfolding
taking the light away from the surroundings
I absorb it, my irises growing wide
wondering at the sheer beauty of it all
when sudden rains pelt on my head, jolting me
I find their intrusion downright outrageous

13 comments:

Susan Helene Gottfried said...

Man, I got pelted by rain like this just this afternoon. I totally know how outrageous its intrusion can be.

anthonynorth said...

Nothing is worse than intrusion. Even of the variety you mention.

keith hillman said...

Rain is a way of life for us in the UK. A constant intrusion! Nice piece once again

jadey said...

Your words made me feel what you felt was an intrusion as refreshing your post is wonderful.

Constance said...

Heh! Don't you hate when nature intrudes on your nature watching? Nice use of the senses in this poem. :)

Whitesnake said...

YOU........... do not like it when it rains????

Shame on ya!

polona said...

oh, i can relate... we have had more than a fair share of showers lately... but april is a fickle month here...

Rambler said...

just love the pelting of the rain drops :)..so may be I would love the intrusion as well :)

texasblu said...

It wasn't so much the rain, but the intrusion of the moment, huh? Lovely!

AnnieElf said...

Talk about you wake-up calls.

tumblewords said...

It's about control. Grin. Neat post - enjoyed it a great deal!

Tammy said...

I was enjoying your beautiful imagery when I was jolted by the rain. :)

Geraldine said...

I love rain but I agree, on a beautiful sunny day it can feel like an intruder.

Very descriptive and well written.


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