I Think It Rains

I think it rains
That tongues may loosen from the parch
Uncleave roof-tops of
the mouth, hang
Heavy with knowledge

I saw it raise
The sudden cloud, from ashes.
Settling
They joined in a ring of
grey; within,
The circling spirit.

O it must rain
These closures on the mind, blinding us
In strange despairs, teaching
Purity of sadness.

And how it beats
Skeined transperencies on wings
Of our desires, searing dark longings
In cruel baptisms.

Rain-reeds, practised in
The grace of yielding, yet unbending
From afar, this, your conjugation with my earth
Bares crounching rocks.

by Wole Soyinka

Comments (2)

I believe your poem starts out good and is deep...don't listen to people who shun you..as long as you think that it's good. :)
Well, if the Lord gives you 'the right words to say, ' why doesn't he give you a better place in which to say them? You could be out in the world reaching so many more people and doing wonderful works, but instead you're content to sit in front of your computer sending out daily ditties to ... poetry writers. Hardly a large audience. Is this really the low-life mission the Lord planned for you or are you just lazy? (The Lord told me to ask you that)