‘In the Rain’ by Franz Marc, 1912: German artist, 1880-1916
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A jungle of cacophony is at my tail,
Slanting rain and hot shards pursue me,
Droplets splinter and slide down my coat.
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I shiver memories of jaded desires,
Anger, regret and faded battles,
Deep sorrow and loneliness grip my throat.
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Though discord rises I move forward,
Inhaling the mist, my tail held high,
Treading onward, motion holds me afloat.
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And sonorous bird song charms my ears,
Warm cedar scents tickle my nostrils,
Night breezes paint clouds with rosy notes.
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On four gentle paws I tread the earth softly,
A jungle of cacophony at my tail.
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In response to Jane Dougherty Poetry Challenge #41: In the Rain.
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Lovely poem, Janice.
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Thank you Merril.
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Again you have expressed, shared with the world an excellent example of superb poetry!
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Thank you for your kind thoughts. 🙂
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I like this one, Janice, all spiky and fragmented, exactly like the painting.
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A very sweet poem that brings the painting alive, even more.
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Thank you 🙂
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