“rain-beaten stones”

Written for:  The Twiglets #316 - rain-beaten stones

white-spotted rocks
at the base of a waterfall
rain-beaten stones

The storm's relentless,
pounding rain played
a symphony on 
the stones below.

outside her window
steady drumming
rain pinging on stones

He awoke in middle of night
startled by pounding, he was all affright.
He picked up a bat
in case of attack
Looked out and saw rain pelting stones under light.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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8 Responses to “rain-beaten stones”

  1. Debi says:

    These are all excellent. I do like that first one though


  2. Misky says:

    All very clever, but it’s the limerick that chimes for me!

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  3. Yeah, like Misky says, the limerick ♥️ Love the imagery this provokes🥀


  4. Jules says:

    Fun reads. Water is a powerful force in all forms.
    When we got our new roof we changed out the old sky light for a new one – it doesn’t rattle as much. But it does have a clear view that the other one didn’t have. 🙂


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