i have been walking this desert
for nearly 30 days
fighting shadows
dreaming of rain
pondering questions of time
hiding my soul from demons
and now that my blistered feet
are so near the oasis
i don’t want to stop yet
even if the peace i seek
is just a mirage
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
spring rain
tapping into the subconscious
the sound of downpour
hitting the asphalt
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
sunlight dance
sparkle shimmer
wind waves
shadows deep
moonlight mirror
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
as i walk to the car
i thank the universe
for the healing drops of rain on my face
and thank my lucky stars that the rain stops
once i drive to my destination
high winds animate the stagnant air
the sun smiles brightly
joy in my heart
these small events
which don’t mean anything
mean everything to me
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
the falling rain
and the subtlety it implies
the water of life
nourishment
growth
cleansing
rebirth
grace
a bed of flowers blooming
the newness of spring
with explicit meaning
standing in the shadows
cold
wet
uncontrollable
not giving a damn
about our joy
or inconvenience
©A. D. Joyce, 2018
drip
drop
plopping
april rain
no stopping cloud spurt
earth reaching flower teaching sop
©A. D. Joyce, 2017
drop of rain
runs down the window
splits in two
a fork in the road
a divided mind
©A. D. Joyce, 2017
the air is chastised and quiet
after the deluge
water in the street
hemorrhages into the gutter
dirt is pummeled into submission
forced to yield fruit and flowers
the sun wants to come out
but waits until it is safe
©A. D. Joyce, 2017
an odd new jersey february
the waning days of the month
as warm as spring
tonight a torrential rain
heralded by thunder and lighting
and a howling wind
what does this mean
other than what it is
first this strange weather
then the pisces solar eclipse tomorrow
the end of a long cycle
the death of what no longer serves us
and a new beginning
new possibilities
new choices
or is this
a simple storm
now losing steam
thunder fading
into the distance
deluge slowing
to a single
drop
©A. D. Joyce, 2017
The earth has lost another musical great, Al Jarreau. To me, he made music in its purest form, creating the most beautiful and interesting sounds using his body as an instrument, limited only by his vast imagination. For me, he is a forerunner to such artists as Bobby McFerrin, (in my opinion, another genius and innovator in a similar space) and the brilliant Pentatonix. Music literally lived within him and his music is now within me. For that I’m grateful. Rest in peace, Al Jarreau.
your love is rain
my heart a flower
©A. D. Joyce, 2017
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