these rains, we need and need them not
for the rose, the corn, for the soil
but what of the hungry spider
that camped out, weaved, then absconded
isn't her life worth something more too
these rains, we need and need them not
--or the worm that braved the weather
to take shelter inside the rose
won't the rain his life's joy subdue
bringing hell, hard to overcome
these rains, we need and need them not
for their thought of life is not death
but death's what they face after all
who's to shelter them--tell me who
darn the rain, their lives destroyer
these rains, we need and need them not
***
© selmamartin.com
Sometimes, a spark ignites and leads one to the strangest of places.
This little ditty, told as a quatern poem today, got inspiration from a
William Blake poem that came to mind:
The Fly William Blake - 1757-1827 Little fly, Thy summer’s play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me? For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength and breath, And the want Of thought is death, Then am I A happy fly, If I live, Or if I die. From Songs of Experience. First published in 1794. This poem is in the public domain. POETS.ORG ***
I also happen to feel depressed about the havoc the rains
are causing worldwide. Landslides. Flooding.
Lives have been lost.
These rains, we need them but need them not!
Photo: Image by cocoparisienne from Pixabay
This is a repost about an old poem challenge
THANKS FOR READING
HAPPY DAY TO ALL!
I wish us all miracles.
I’m a simple woman who dares to see the beauty in ordinary. I’d love to connect with you and like pen pals, I want something beautiful to blossom between us. Will you join me? Selma is my middle name. Its meaning—peaceful, complete, are euphoric affirmations I like to think of myself as having. They compliment the joy I feel when I write. I sincerely hope you decide to join me on my writing journey. I Wish You Miracles.
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I think that the pros are more than the cons.
Yes. And thankfully so. It’s survival of the fittest. Xo
Exactly right my friend 💖
profound thoughts, Selma 🙏
Yeah, sometimes my mind goes in that direction. For the underdog. Hugs. Thanks, Destiny.
I am touched by your poem. Caring and loving for the minuscule creature. ‘We Need or Need Them Not’ so true it is.
All creatures great and small 🤗
(hugs)
So well penned, Selma.
Thanks VJ. Hope you’re not getting too much nor too little rain. Stay cool.
Welcome Selma. Raiin today, but the heat will persist I think.
The pavement will be cooler so it might make a difference. (I hope)
Stay cool
Interesting, Selma. We never get enough rain here and last year was worse than usual. I love rain as a result.
I hope the rain situation gets better for everyone. Stay cool.
Me too.
Nicely written. The weather is such a double edged sword.
Unreliable weather conditions. Thanks for the comment dear one. Blessings.
oh such a lovely poem of caring and sharing for our critters including ourselves, Selma.. every little creature deems love❣️
Everyone deserves our attention and care.
And since your return from your recent vacay I’ve been wanting to say to you: 🪇 Shake my Maracas 🪇 🫨 Cindy. Bee cool. 😎
Shakin and a baking everyday.. that’s how we roll, Selma💕
Amazing, Selma! There was a song I taught our Children’s Choir which the kids loved. The chorus after each verse went like this: “Whatsoever you do to the least of my people, that you do unto me.” Comparing critters to people may be a stretch but I’m sure you see where I’m coming from. Absolutely awesome write, amica mia! ♡
I see just what you mean. And I know that song. Learned it as a child. I feel for the little guys. Thanks for reading and commenting.
May all those who need assistance for and from weather events be aided.
Here there is a saying that the corn should be knee high by the fouth of July… but alas some seem dwarfted.
It is an odd bit to need something and then get too much of it…
Do feel better that good souls will unite to help any and all in need. Even the distant prayer helps. That I strongly believe.
(((Hugs)))
Amen, Jules. XO
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Beautiful poem, Selma! Where I live in Arizona, we’re begging for a few drops of rain. Have a great day!
No rain is just as bad for all of us big and small creatures. I hope you get rain soon.