Childhood Memories: Rainy Day

Today’s prompt over at OctPoWriMo has to do with a trip down memory lane, all the way to childhood.
I have always loved listening to the rain. Even today I find my way to the porch, sit, and watch the earth taking its bath. I sometimes smell it coming. The scent of parched earth’s initial contact with raindrops, is one that always transports me back to childhood.

sitting on the porch during  downpour
listening to heaven coming to earth
facinated by the rhythm of heavy raindrops on the tin roof
piercing puddles making waves
pinging on the railing
bursting and splashing arms and legs
side way rain chasing us deeper onto
the porch spurring a chorus of
“Rain. Rain GO away
Come  again another day!”
as the downpour eases
dashing off the porch to set
sail paper boats on puddles
and on return of the sun
searching the skies for rainbows

PR

10/25/15

OctPoWriMo

Ghost Stories

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(From public domain)

 The prompt at OctPoWriMo ask that we let a photo inspire a story poem. The photo took me back to childhood at night time under the light of the summer moon …and ghost stories by my dad!

GHOST STORIES

from dusk through
the light of the full moon
we huddle for ghost stories
clinging and squealing
through the scary parts
eyes searching the dark
for shimmering figures
papa at the helm spinning yarns
pulled from thin air
the sweet smells of
sweet potato pudding
baking in outdoor oven
crackle of the wood fire on the bottom
mini blaze of coconut shells
yielding low hiss of blue flames on top
provides intermission from goolish yarns

PR

10/25/15

OctPoWriMo