Red Rain
My dreams come hued in red
emerge like falling rain
dispersing to return
in cloudbursts relentless
the sky weeping rivers
of remorse and regret
waters drawing regret
currents edged in bloodless red
I navigate rivers
that fade behind the rain
pouring heart’s relentless
sorrow into return
Departure and return
remain refuse regret
sky weeping relentless
torrents ablaze in red
I look for rainbowed rain
that redirects rivers
Blurring blending rivers
and revisions return
as sanctuaries rain
recoloring regret
blues singing behind red
blues calling relentless
melody relentless
bless and trust the rivers
disintegrate the red
begin again return
releasing all regret
in new unshadowed rain
in fresh untroubled rain
absolved now relentless
bursts of flooded regret
white flash haunting rivers
to follow to return
blues singing above red
Regret shelters in red
of relentless return
rain dreaming in rivers
Jane Dougherty’s challenge this week included Franz Marc’s painting “In the Rain”, above, and the words
Rain, red, relentless, river, regrets
This immediately made me think of Peter Gabriel (“red rain is falling down, falling down all over me”), and both the painting and the words seemed to call for repetition. I added the word “return” and decided to attempt a sestina.
It’s definitely still in progress. But I think some parts work, even though every time I look at the poem I make more changes.
The artwork started out as the collage, above. I dripped red rain, and then some blues.
Some days definitely call for blues.
25 responses to “Red Rain”
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Love you poem and collage.
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Thank you.
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I love the fractured face. And the wolf with wings. Very interesting. And yes, some days definitely call for blue. I’ve been stuck in reds and blues lately too. Not sure how you manage these verse forms. wonderful take on the painting.
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Thanks Laura. Once again, a wonderful painting to work with. The sestina is definitely a challenge!
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‘blues singing behind red’, like hidden emotion expressing some beautiful truth, which can still be sad, but freeing. Sorry, mini analysis :p… this is a beautiful piece.
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It’s true that expressing emotions can open blockages. Thanks Julia.
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This is very well-realized~I like it a lot.
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Thanks Melissa.
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My pleasure.
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A very expressive transition of collage and words. I’m in awe!
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Thanks Sharon!
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Reblogged this on O LADO ESCURO DA LUA.
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Blue Trumps Red
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Let’s hope so!
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Yes!
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Amazing poem and collage. I felt like I was immersed in a jazz fantasia. I don’t know if that makes sense, but that’s how it felt reading it. 🙂
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I’m so glad the musical influence came across! Thanks Merril.
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Love this!
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Thanks Lynn!
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most welcome
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Any time you use Mr Gabriel as inspiration
You’ve got to have
A result that you have ended with
Simply beautiful
As always Sheldon
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He does have a way with sounds and words. Thanks Sheldon.
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You are always welcome
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