rains on the vegetable patch

Rains on the vegetable patch

 

Sickened, it came waning

From the up North, land of ice.

Feverish cloud, it came only

To ebb at your windowpane.

Rain; rain on your small love’s patch

Where your vegetables grow

Drunk on white blood of the cloud.

You never knew the story

The cloud came here to say.

 

Come out. If the rainbow may

           Remember from a life

               Over the other end.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Ahmad Alhour]

Spiritual piece...
All what i can say is...
This poem deliver to the reader a sesational taste of giving and struggle...
I liked "Where your vegetables grow" it gave me the feeling of the Natural Giving...

Good Job...
Keep up the good stuff...

[Touché Armada]

I know I should have read and reviewed this a long time ago, but I've only just not long have my spring vegetables in... Yes I grow my own like most people do around here.... Anyhow, I know what I'll be thinking when I eat them now... I'll be thinking... All the little secrets and prayers and voices and well anything expired damply into the air has feed nourished and grown them, so, by me eating them, what little secrets might they have to teach me? What a profound (be it silly) thought indeed.

[Broken.]

Lovely.
Seems like it says so much, in so little.
I love those.
Good work.

[jen -- JG]

This is almost as though the rains are begging the vegetables to come out of their hiding places in the cold ground and grow because there is life ahead.

It is almost as though the person inside is hiding and doesn't want to know what is happening outside the window.

It is almost as though the rain is promising a growing future for the vegetables and the rainbow is promising hope.

It is almost as though the vegatable patch and the person inside are the same- vegetating, in despair and not wanting to see or feel the hope the rain and rainbow offer.

This is a good write because apart from the immediate imagery of the words, there are so many other possibilities of meaning here. A deep thought provoking poem.

Well Done

Jen-JG

[JC Fox]

A wonderful poem filled with lovely visuals and a smooth flow. Great Job!

[lori c]

my first reading and i saw just that, a storm. (been mighty stormy here in upstate new york this week) and then on my second reading, i was drawn into the greatest tragedy of my life, the unexpected death of my first husband, father of my two children (my vegetables, so to speak) so many heartaches can be intertwined with these words. that's why i love your writings, so many levels, so much spirit.

[T. R. Writer]

Very moving piece. I too agree that your work is open to various interpretations depending on the reader.

[An Ordinary Woman]

We have to always keep waiting and hoping for the rainbow- never give up hope. :+)

[George Love]

Excellent work.

[The Archangel Gabriel]

I love the way that you work is often open to many different interpretations. I really favor the line:

"Drunk on white blood of the cloud." like Sidd.

Wonderful write!

-Gabe

[R J Askew]

I like the title. 'you never knew the story' intrigues as does the rainbow. Could the rainbow signify love with the cloud being male and the vegetable patch female? Ach, love's rainbow all too short, but that seems to square with reality which tends to produce endless emotional mud and then dust.