Through everyday trials, we continue.




The Downpour —-revised

Water trickles down my nose

and gathers at the tip.

My head a bowl of matted hair,

a birds nest on my head.

 

My shoes are now a soggy mess

of leather, dye, and tangled laces

I plod like a rhinoceros across

the  muddy field.

 

A flicker of self consciousness

darts through my mind

then vanishes.

Grace and vanity be damned.

I plod a little faster.






Poetry by Hans Bump
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Written on 2021-04-10 at 18:40

Tags Whimsical  Rain  Fun 

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very interesting. Farmers love the rain.
2021-04-12


Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
Very Zen-like. And, yes, I echo what others have said in the comments already.
2021-04-11


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice.
2021-04-11


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Highly evocative. I want to ask you to wipe your feet before entering, then offer tea and sympathy!
2021-04-11


Peter J. Kautsky
Great metaphors, "rhinoseros" "bird's next". The vanity leaves, everything leaves. I wrote a poem a while back entitled, "Downpour" . Shall we compare metaphors?
2011-03-29


countryfog
Had I not known, I would have thought this a translation of one of the T'ang poets, Li Po or Tu Fu perhaps, or Han-Shan plodding on Cold Mountain. It's very Chinese in its perspective and would resonate with a reader two thousand years from now just as the ancient Chinese poets do with us today.
2011-03-29



Interesting how useless grace and vanity really are. They won't keep you dry.
2011-03-29


NicholasG
It's interesting. There comes a point where we can't get any wetter or muddier and it is as if we no longer are.
Thank you Hans.
2011-03-29


jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
Wellies.
You need some wellies...

The first stanza is funny :)
2011-03-29