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Monday Morning Symphony

I woke early to a raindrop orchestra outside my window,
playing a mellifluous symphony in the key of nature.
First a gentle blush then swelling
in a forceful crescendo—for long minutes.
I listen and watch peacefully through the movements,
through my window, wrapped in my blanket
against the cold air that seeped in.
The volume decreases diminuendo
leveling to loud cadence. Then decreasing more
it returns to the gentle melody.
Almost as if each drop strokes its contact points,
like drum brushes delivering gentler impacts.

Beyond the parking lot, trees have unwittingly
joined the musical. Bare branches high up
sway under the falling drops, following the water’s lead
marking time to me, their audience.
Heavier rainfall forces more frenzied movement.
The shorter, dense leafy evergreens, more hesitant to perform
are compelled to movement by rhythmic drops.
They sway and flourish almost imperceptibly
yet keeping time with the rain-cum-conductor.

People making way to cars, do their parts
respecting the raindrop symphony by walking hurriedly,
hunched under jacket or umbrella,
guarding against the continuous downpour.
Here’s a jacketed fellow with not even a hat.
His goal: get to port cover before the next deluge,
missing as many drops as he can manage.
Now drivers, in cars they add their voices,
tire splashes, to the rainy morning masterpiece.
All for me, their captive audience.

© 2011 Shari Lynne Smothers

This post is part of my #SHINEonline challenge commitment for 2 posts weekly; 1 of 2 for the 3rd week.

This poem is offered in submission too for the We Write Poems Prompt #38

This is a draft that has seen a few revisions since I wrote it on Monday. It will likely go through a few more before I’m ready to call time. But I wanted to post it because I like it now—and I’m working on another piece for this site, as well as writing for my other blogs.

I’m writing regularly but posting is off somewhat. So I’m working to get back on track quickly before the end of February. Needless to say, I’ll be working with my editorial calendars, to keep myself on track. More to come on that front too.

WWP #27: Sustaining Whispers

WWP prompt #27: Write a Healing poem

In my Spirit I hear Your whispers.
They are the memories I cherish
the friends who stand by me
the magnificence in nature around me
and myriad daily random acts of grace.

The voices of my parents
guiding, teaching me
raising me through childhood joys
and times that threatened
to bow my back permanently.
The mother who taught me to read
and read everything I wrote.
The father who defended me and taught
me the psychology of diffusing bullies.

Your whispers I hear in the rustle of
countless flocking cedar waxwings;
the flitting of hummingbirds
to the honeysuckle tree;
the butterflies and bees that
pollinate the flowers in between;
when my four-year-old niece decides
to whisper an important message to me.

I hear Your whispers in my sad hours
letting me know You’ve not
left me alone there.
I know it when I can find
a smile from my soul
in the midst of my abject sorrow.
When I say “Thank you, God!”
and You say, “You’re welcome, Shari!”
in an audible tone.

I cannot misunderstand
what is evidenced throughout my life;
I find my joy alone
and in communion with the world
that is around and moves through me.
And in my times of strife, Your whispers
awaken these graces,
these memories that sustain me,
and whatever is my difficulty I trust
that it too will, in its time,
move on away from me.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

Birthday Wishes

Body
drafted in the
images of
parents,
raised
in the shadows of
forefathers,
suffering
the lineage of
all his ilk
before them,
from time and when
parts better and worse.

It all comes
down to one
every one
each new life.
Infused with
the hopes and dreams
that it will grow
into a person
sloughing off sins
holding to better parts
proffered it,
hopefully,
to one day
save us from ourselves.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

This poem is inspired by the We Write Poems prompt #26: Collections.