A Moment In Time (turbines and parachutes)

Evening Flower by Korliss Sewer

On a warm summer evening, they snapped a picture in front of the International Fountain.  His sunglasses swung from the tripod as they stood statue-still and awaited the “click.”  In the lens:  Reflected planes on the horizon which hummed slowly, 

preemptive melodies well-suited for such a glorious summer evening.  

They picnicked, read sonnets, listened to music, and made love at the water’s edge.  They felt the splash of water on their smiling faces with their happiness captured in their aging 35mm.

As ragged children with sugar-sticky hands laughed and played, silver umbrellas float like delicate cherry blossoms in a Japanese garden.  There they sat, tender lovers, by the fountain.  A silent spectacle:  fireworks at dusk.  Their moment forever captured in shadows cast on concrete.  A life content…

 

before the fall. 

                                                                   

                                                                   rainwriter jones @2013

Journeys Near and Far

Strange how dreams lead you
     where only your heart can travel...



rainwriter jones @2013

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anywhere In The Rain

 

A drive on a rainy afternoon

where the smell of sweet crude permeates everything.

The workers snake up sky blue silos on twisting

metal ladders, single file, in worn steel-toed boots.

I wave to them as I pass by

on my way to nowhere.

 

 

rainwriter jones @2009

Poetry

Words created with a dear friend.  Though it's winter, it's more of a frame of mind than a season.

Enjoy...

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Spring’s Last Gasp

 

The trees. You can hear the drops hitting the leaves and new fruit here in the back of the house. No thunder or lightning...just gentle raindrops. I didn't realize how much I missed them.

 

a lush green static

 

I've never thought of it like that, but yes. It's gorgeous. Everything quiets. No one is outside 'cause it's raining, the birds silence themselves...nothing but green and the sounds of heaven's pour...

 

and the tic tac of your fingers across the keyboard as a counterpoint to the rain

 

Yes: a duet. Click/splash. I hear waters flung from the treads of passing cars and buses. The rain is like a memory; hidden away 'til they return. Then it all comes back...