07 May 2011

Spring Rain

Pelting droplets interact
with earth’s surface molecules
and release perfumed fecundity
while morning strides its song.

Chickadees’ staccato punctuates
distant dog woofs and
mourning doves coo
a lovely leitmotif.

Rain loosens her and
Earth becomes ecbolic
forcing bulbs to
green her flesh.


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The prompt at Writer's Island was "season." Also, Elizabeth started a Wordplay. Ecbolic is word #5. ec-bol-ic > promoting labor by increasing uterine contractions.

16 comments:

Stan Ski said...

You made really good use of 'ecbolic' - its cause and effect.

flaubert said...

I love this poem, Brenda. I am starting to lose memories of the changing seasons. Been living in Mexico, too long. You did fit ecbolic in there nicely.

Pamela

Jinksy said...

Can't see ecbolic catching on as an everyday word, though... LOL :)

Laurie Kolp said...

Brenda- Some scholarly word choices... very vivid...

vivinfrance said...

Lovely poem.
I've been thinking about rain a lot lately - a six-week drought broke last night and I was able to plant out my runner beans today. I shall go and teach them that word tomorrow...

anthonynorth said...

Beautifully done.

anthonynorth said...

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Judy Roney said...

What a great spring rain poem. I can smell the perfume of the first stanza, hear the second one, and see the third. Cool!

Elizabeth said...

Love it Brenda and your use of the word to describe the earth's tumultous change. It might drive some to go look for and dust off their dictionaries, but that's part of the idea, no? This poem is simply teaming with life renewed.

Elizabeth

Mary said...

Brenda, well done. I can see AND hear your spring!

Andy Sewina said...

Lovely! and thanks for teaching me four new words!!

Anna :o] said...

Just so wonderfully done!

Anna :o]

sharplittlepencil said...

Ooooooh, "ecbolic," great word, and thanks for the definition. The idea of the world birthing tulips and other bulbs... Gaia in labor. I'm in love with this concept! Amy

http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/05/09/spring-to-life-again/

Nadira Cotticollan said...

Loved the last stanza and of course learnt a new word. I love the rain and I loved the way you wrote about it.:-)

Mr. Walker said...

Brenda, love it. Smell, then sound, then vision. You had me with that first stanza; I love the smell of rain on the air. And "ecbolic" - what a wonderful word!

Richard

lucychili said...

love the earthy smell and moving fecundity =)