Commentary and Philosophy Poetry posted May 13, 2013

Chapters:

...11 12 -13- 14...

Exceptional

do we all ask this?

A chapter in the book All Those Puzzling Pieces

When Will I Learn?

by visionary1234

for this last parched month summer has scorched in early grass sizzles brown prickles underfoot dries and dies as air's pared to sharp scarcity instead of abundance   we wait and wait and wait watching clouds gather and play  slowly wisp at the top of folded valleys mist and tease in breezy shadows then dissipate before each burned morning   we wait and yearn for the silky feel of rain I sustain thirsty ferns by buckets of bath-water heavy, hand-drawn, emptied on land that can hardly gasp a ‘thank you’   Okay, I give up!  I cry - this dry is good at least for painting let’s rip my house apart dare to bare it all to the elements   who cares?   God looks down and with a mighty chuckle at me and my bucket makes it POUR   I fall for the same dusty trick every year I laugh and lick the rain from willing lips   when will I learn to trust?

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