Thursday, July 22, 2010


I sit looking out the window
at the dripping rain
a field of dreams
playing behind a creeping vine
two ravens staring at the horse birds
beside the dancing armies of mosquitoes
going crazy beyond madness
without direction
void of the tender light that shines
on the blurred mountains in the background
like a Pollock painting


Linda said...

Wow -- everything is in the sky, Wayne -- rain, birds, vines, mosquitoes, light -- until you introduce the mountains, blurred and splattered by everything in the air between you and those solid rocks. Nice!

Erin Davis said...

I felt like a painting was appearing on a canvas right before my eyes.

flaubert said...

Wow that is some painting with words Wayne

Anonymous said...

I see it Wayne. Nicely written.