While waiting for the rain

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Poetry is a cloudy day in summer,
a veiled sun with assurance of rain
weightless like a kettlebell resting.
It is promise and a riddle,
unmoving, stillborn until read,
but when spoken
wings unfold, a bat or butterfly
depends on sun and moon,
the time of day or
if whispered to a westward wind,
or if night and moon conspire
with the reader’s dreamscape
to bring the rain and soak the soil.

Waiting for the Rain
Harmony Hammond

Today Grace hosts dVerse MTB with a challenge to write Ars Poetica, I thin I missed it when we did it before, and my thought was that a poem becomes poetry only when read.

June 25, 2026

7 responses to “While waiting for the rain”

  1. Beautiful writing and reading process – A promise and a riddle. I specially like: with the reader’s dreamscapeto bring the rain and soak the soil.

  3. I love the thought of poetry as ‘a cloudy day in summer’, Björn, and ‘promise and a riddle’; it seems that we spend our lives solving riddles that are ‘unmoving, stillborn until read’; and such a wonderful ending!

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