Image-ine: Walking Rain

Walking+Rain by Randall David Tipton

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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  1. says

    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.


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