rain on tin

Rain on Tin

you are that sound.
a tremor of pebbles
down a furrow of dark.
exquisite in dark gray
in the darkset of metal.
a shaving from trapped twigs
in the cracks of the roof.
a pounding fast aria
a thousand bing blast.
a sacrament of water,
an overflow for eaves
a hard rain, a fast train
storming tracks
in my dreams.
a proprietor of sleep
to a white noise mind
a freight to slow thought
steady, steady,
no design.

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

Tightly-packed, with an emphasis on "packed". The imagery is brilliant, the use of repetition sound and judicious. Does more in under twenty lines than the rest of us could hope to do in twenty pages.

[Emily B]

rain on a tin roof,
the distant sound
of the train whistle
on a summer night. . .
and I am back in my childhood.

rain on glass window panes
just isn't the same,
though some nights
I hear that distant whistle.