in the rain


i sometimes talk to her
& it is always raining when we meet,

not that it bothers me because
she is that kind of girl,
the weather cannot touch—

walking on slippery roads,
she spreads her arms like wings
but never flies, “it isn’t–
necessary”, this at least is
what she says,

remaining earth-bound,
bare feet nuzzling cobblestones
as if they bear a promise,

probably do &
only she can see, yet–
has never told me

& her roots grow stronger with each step,

oblivious to them,
her dress sways softly in the wind while
she keeps walking, arms held, lightweight,
cautious not to take off (though
she could easily..) and

emptying her eyes into me,
she moves on, absorbed

as i stand staring after her—

probably all my life

.

the above painting is by Tera Zajack, aka olive hue designs and over at dVerse brian miller has cooked up a fantastic poetics prompt for us, featuring an interview with Tera and some of her work.. join us at 3 pm EST..

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52 responses to “in the rain

  1. I see a woman following her ancestor: mother, grandmother, or on back. Whatever it is, you express SO well (no surprise though, from your talented artistic and poetic brain!)!

    A pleasure to follow you, following her!

  2. Oh come on, just run really fast and you can catch up, no more staring that’s just creepy..hahaha

    Great play with the art, very descriptive and enjoyed the contrast between the two.

  3. It is a nice painting and an equally as nice poetic response by you, Claudia. Really like the connection you found with the piece. Thanks

  4. As I read this, I couldn’t help but think that “she” is a part of you–oh, so ready to fly. Whoa! There you go.

    The painting is just beautiful, reminds me of some of the small villages in France.

  5. … her roots will grow even stronger … into your heart, Claudia … you know that, don’t you? Have a very good festive season, my friend. Love, cat.

  6. I know what it is like to be the kind of girl that weather cannot touch! Some people don’t mind the rain, in fact embrace it. Perhaps this girl COULD fly. In fact, I would like to imagine that she could. This poem is magical, Claudia. Enjoyed it so much.

  7. i had the same feeling when i first read this as victoria…as if she were a part of you…maybe your innocense…of your strength…the part the rain cant touch…love that flying is unnecessary too…very cool write claudia…

  8. Untouched by things of the sky, and growing stronger roots. And yet she could take wing. There are so many tensions built into this, so many potentials. She is all the different thing we’d like to be. These images roll up into a very nice poetic statement. I enjoyed reading it.

  9. What a fantastic weave to a fantastic piece of art. Claudia, again, I humbly bow to you. You always paint a picture with your words, and this added so much to the painting. Layer upon layer…LOVE!

  10. remaining earth-bound,
    bare feet nuzzling cobblestones
    as if they bear a promise…. I love these lines….. I love the entire thing. 🙂 great write!

  11. I love her, Claudia. 🙂

    These are my favorites:

    “she is that kind of girl,
    the weather cannot touch”

    “& her roots grow stronger with each step”

    You write such killer endings. I love this:

    “emptying her eyes into me,
    she moves on, absorbed
    as i stand staring after her—
    probably all my life”

    ~Shawna (switched to a new blog; hope you’ll check it out)

  12. Claudia,
    Obviously she is strong willed. You take the trouble to be near to her. She as much acknowledged it but still knows what she wants. Great write!

    Hank

  13. Interesting that this little girl – the leitmotif of all three images offered in the challenge, and I suspect of many more — is a doppelgänger, a ghostly image of childhood lost yet forever close by. Gravestones of ancient Romans often had cuculattus on them, dolphin-riding children, guiding the soul to the afterlife perhaps but also somehow the proper shape of the inner life now fled. The way the speaker in the poem communes with the girl as lost yet forever out there walking in a rain that can’t quite get to her is so pregnant with this idea. Great work, Claudia. – Brendan

  14. There are so many moments in this where my breath caught in my chest…it really is just amazing. “she is that kind of girl, the weather cannot touch—” will go onto my list of lines that I wish I’d written. Really, wonderful!

  15. I love the personality you invest the figure with, Claudia–a bit like your own perhaps? But you are flying here, for sure.

  16. she is that kind of girl,
    the weather cannot touch—

    i like this concept

    bare feet nuzzling cobblestones
    as if they bear a promise,

    nice play on words

    i like the image of her not wanting to take-off

  17. Great poem about the human spirit, maybe? As always great craftsmanshipp — love the start — thinking that the rain symolizes challenges, trouble, etc.

  18. I like this very much. I chose a different photo, but was … still am intrigued by this one…lots to think about.
    Thank you for your thoughts.

    Peace,
    Siggi in Downeast Maine

  19. oh… oh, this is gold! so many wonderful descriptions to fall into – you paint the girl, the scene, a painting none can miss – loved particularly: “not that it bothers me because
    she is that kind of girl,
    the weather cannot touch—”, and this is just brilliant “emptying her eyes into me”. nice!!

  20. “as i stand staring after her—

    probably all my life…”

    Hello! Claudia…I must echo what some Of the previous commenter have already said, What a wonderful poem with you reflecting on your inner [child?] inner self, inner thoughts?…quite imaginative…too! and…
    …The painting compliment your very poetic words…“beautifully…too!”
    Thanks, for sharing!
    deedee 😉