Let There be Rain

Squeeze hard, upon the charcoal seeded clouds

Let poetry drip in your open mouth 

Succor the images that fall in crowds

Taste them, speak them limn them in your house.

Suck the flavor from a poet’s tome

Infuse your brain and graft a hardy sprig

For beauty’s sake in fertile soil grown

Harvest the flowers that you plant and dig.

Toil the quill, adorn this garden bright 

Upon the parchment of your fragrant soul 

In pregnant dreams the poetry is flight 

To raise your consciousness above the toll

Of darkness mixed with cold cacophony

And yet in this dark world these eyes can see.

First published in the Minison Project Sonnet Collection Series March 2022