Vivaldi’s wrathful violins

Be the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.  ~Lord Byron

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It’s that time again,
just before the streets and
the souls of walking people adopt
the crepuscular cover of the night
and the mass of watery atoms in the air,
engaged in a savage samba
with the ray- less sky
applauds the winds that
grow adventurous, almost chivalrous.
Leaves are spent under rain drops
and anxious whispers, and hope somehow
rises weary and little by little leaves.
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I am left with bloodthirsty icons
of the four season
and in each of them, the sun bows
to Vivaldi’s wrathful violins.
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Chains of rain

Chains of rain

The skies have a crazy look tonight.
Smitten by the cavort of the thunders,
luscious blue sheering into ferocious purple.
Why do the hearts bleed looking at the crying clouds?

A requiem dedicated to the silk spread.
No star in heaven can carry the bitter tunes,
only the winds, those beats of empyrean souls.
Why did the rainbows have to fail, dismally or otherwise?

The  games with lions in my dreams and
the sun laughing: ” Poor you, I told you so!”
Forbidden line is crossed, chains of rain- unleashed.
Why can’t I hide in the ocean of your eyes?

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“No Escape” by IrisMommy2007 on DeviantArt

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Summer rain

“Everytime I see the lightening, everytime I hear the thunder…
I can feel you when the wind blows, blows right through my heart…
Somewhere in my heart I’m always dancing with you in the summer rain “

~ Belinda Carlisle

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Summer rain

on my way home
as twilight touched the sky,
rain suddenly came, searching
fresh air and the velvet of exposed skin

fine drops drawing summer in hearts,
they smell the wind and disappear
leaves and branches dancing,
water laughs at my efforts to stay dry

my purple umbrella, guest of honor here
soaking wet clothes ready to travel
thunder and lightning against clear skies
clouds invade, but does it matter

eyes, hands, looking, slipping,
rainbows will drive the cars,
will send the green shadows away,
while our feet share a puddle.

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Dedicated to summer boy … the one that made me see rain through his eyes.

Song mood – Summer rain- Belinda Carlisle

Sharing a puddle ... image courtesy Google search

© 2011  Broken Sparkles