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Walking Rain
It has no legs but the rain is
walking the space the White Cloud
travels. Earth’s bronzed hard hand
welcomes Neomonni’s turned-down
lip. Where parched mountain mouths
grow stiff with waiting, thirsty bones
wrinkle, rattling the distant hills’
enchantment beyond the Trail of Tears.
“Walking Rain”, watermedia on paper by Randall David Tipton. Used with permission. Poem by Maureen Doallas, author of Neruda’s Memoirs: Poems
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what a great poem. the image or title is a great springboard for writing. have a great day~
Thank you for your lovely comment. So pleased you enjoyed it.
Neomonni was a Native American, an Iowa chief; his name means “Rain Cloud”, according to what I was able to learn about him. His rank was lower than that of White Cloud.
I was inspired by the art as well as Maureen’s poem– both beautiful. Here is the link to the poem:
http://pathoftreasure.wordpress.com/2012/06/22/thirst-the-sky/
Thank you for your lovely, contemplative poem. This line really stands out: “I walk on cracked // grounds that bleed dust.”
The hungry earth draws cool moisture into itself.
what an amazing poem,beautiful descriptions!
Thank you so much for your generous comment.
Your words and Randall David Tipton’s art? The perfect beginning to my day. Makes me want to find some beauty close by.
You’re one of my favorite cheerleaders, Laura!
Walking with Rain
http://poetryhawk.blogspot.com/2012/06/walking-with-rain.html
Thank you for sharing your poem. I like how you’ve personalized the rain. Lovely word pictures in your imagery.
That was incredibly moving. Your call for a response was like a storm, and I quelled it here: http://www.thejadedlens.com/2012/06/23/ego/
Thank you Maureen.
Thank you so much, Britton. I left a comment on your blog.
A marriage made in heaven, these two spirits!
Thank you for reading and commenting, Debra.
walking rain walking rain walking rain I kept hearing that phrase… beautiful piece
I wrote a poem today and it’s all your fault! ;o) It’s called rain walking slowly and i thank you for the inspiration, and for light on a way up from gray
http://unmixingcolors.typepad.com/along_the_way/2012/06/rain-walking-slowly.html
You mentioned you feel called to set this to music. I can imagine that! Let us know when we can hear the poem, too.
Thank you for imagining with us.
I sure will!
Wow, this is such a nice honor! Thanks to all of you for responding!