The Daily Post prompt is: Witness.
I saw the cloud burst on the lake
And no sound make
But falling rain
Like summer grain.
I saw the water dimple-specked,
With silver flecked,
Beneath the clouds,
Outspread like shrouds.
The path you’d take by the lake’s edge,
Where wind-swept sedge
Bodes winter chill,
Is empty still.
Lovely poem, Jane. The first line captivated me; love the idea of a cloud bursting! (Not a Clockwork one, though,I hope!)
Clockwork bursting could be a teensy weensy bit disturbing 🙂
And dangerous for those below!
Very vivid – in feeling and in imagery.
Thank you!
Jane! This is … nope I can’t find a word to compliment what you’ve just written, there isn’t one good enough.
When I read something by Blake this is the reaction I have. Your poem here gave me the same reaction.
That’s how good it is.
I don’t know what to say. That is a powerful compliment! I like this form. The words seem to fit into shape without too much difficulty. I’m really pleased you liked it so much 🙂
Beautiful! I love your rhymes–dimple-specked and silver flecked.
The painting is perfect with your poem.
Thank you 🙂 The painting really captures the quiet of a summer shower.
And the cloudburst over the water.
Exactly! Just what I was looking for.
And you found it! 🙂