To walk between shadows of raindrops
requires agility, persistence, ability —
a crazy secret seer of spaces
where diamond drops don’t fall
and a strange shine enthrals.
Childhood tricks taught us
to avoid the cracks, prisoners of ritual,
placement of feet exact, with laughter
at the martyrdom of freedom
to walk at random.
Octpo Day 19 the prompt is Raindrops on my Windowpane, which fitted in well for me with the Wordle words, of which I failed to use only one.
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Fantastic. My favorite poem so far, and I’m reading from last to first. Excellent work.
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Wow … great use of the words!
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A little walking at random is good for us all. We learn some of our most useful things in childhood.
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Love both the playfulness and the serious undercurrent in this one. I believe that most writers write because they see it as a way to walk at random,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
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Excellent poem, Viv.
Pamela ox
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This is very thought-provoking and I love your use of alliteration. It works wonderfully here.
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“walking between the shadows of raindrops” sounds amazing.
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Playful and adept. You took the words dancing. 🙂
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I still don’t walk on cracks and joins in paving slabs. Is that sad?!!
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My whole life has been one of walking at random!
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Not to say I didn’t love each line that followed!
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I loved the first line especially.
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It almost had the rhythm of heels clicking on the stones of my mind.
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Wonderful use of the words!
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“the martyrdom of freedom to walk at random” captures the spirit of the entire poem – just wonderful!
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Really, really awesome. And it did make me smile rather, to see such reflection in metaphor, but I guess there are only so many phrases one can use for raindrops.
I love the freedom idea 🙂
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Prisoners of ritual! We are that!
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All those cracks, and all those poorly mothers’ backs! Love this one, Viv.
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What a beautiful piece…almost as if playfulness gets better with time and age because we can do what we want in those puddles
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Curiously I always thought that by avoiding the cracks or lines we were exercising a freedom that others did not choose. They uncaring risked being sucked down by monsters in the cracks.
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😀
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I don’t think I’d ever have the agility or ability to avoid the raindrops. I’m imagining some supernaturally skilled and quirky wizard who could do this. 🙂
http://poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com/2014/10/octpowrimo-2014-day-19.html
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That;s me!
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I like that line, ‘the martyrdom of freedom/to walk at random.’ Playful, like the child.
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