Summer Storm

[Barbriat]

Rains beat rhythms on the tin roof.
Kitchen door is blown slam shut.
Thunder softly growls low and long.
Ghost children scurry
To my safe bed and arms.

I remember.

Rains play the roof and dance,
Wind counters bewailing brass.
Thunder growls a dark bass.
Screen door adds a gentle beat.

Children grown,
With roofs of their own.
Musical memories,
I turn and sleep.

September 17, 2005

[Heart2Heart]

Your poem invokes warm and fond memories in my mind also. A beautiful read from beginning to end.
Heart2Heart

[Barbriat]

Thank you for your kind comments.

Are you familiar with the children's book, Charlotte's Web? This is Charlotte bidding you a heart felt welcome!


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[Heart2Heart]

Shall check out Charlotte's Web :) Thank you so much for your lovely welcome !
Heart2Heart

[Poeticpiers]

My Lady long is it since I read words of yours But as usual you never disppoint me Wisdom is yours to share

[Norman Anderson]

enjoyed this one

[Beki]

Barb, how awesome to read a poem by you...they are so rare and this one is lovely - it does indeed invoke warm feelings of home and comfort.....nicely done

[Accute_Pyro]

ahh .. the soothing pitter patter of little droplets

[e-piph[lol]]

Barbriat. I read your poem last July, from my Mother's little computer, arranging her memorial. And at the time, your poem's power to send me on pathways left me a little speechless, and speechful.

I'm glad accute_pyro popped this up. He seems to be mining for gold, and he has found it in this lovely write of yours.

[Mac]

Enjoyed the read, Barbriat.

mac

[SmileGRL]

"Ghost children scurry
To my safe bed and arms.

I remember."


love this image.

[Matt]

Wonderful. So musical throughout. I too love to listen to the rain. I think it's often very comforting.

[scharCbear]

So much texture of sound and imagery with this lil gem. Enjoyed!

I love .... ghost children scurry
to my safe bed and arms

malama pono,
schar