Frequently Stirred

 

Frequently Stirred

 

 

A precipitation of rain

begins to fall

 

drop by drop

it’s audible sound

instills the ground,

anointing my soul

like a bowl of soup

frequently stirred.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[writing mojo]

a lucid self respect yields endurance when one knows where human nature fits in..excellent piece

[Terry Collett]

Self awareness, that is the key. Knowing where we are both mentally and spiritually. Fine work.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I'm thrilled you enjoyed it, Terry. Thank you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and just what is in that soup?
a recipe for introspection, peace, and love?
a heart and soul stirred with a movement toward contentment.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Perhaps I should share my marketing skills with Campbells, huh? Lol, thanks so much, Jacob!

[Clockwork]

I loved the clear images of rain in the first three lines. Your rhymes in the second and third lines brings the sound of the rain to life. I can almost hear large droplets plopping on city streets and sidewalks. The simile in the last three lines impeccably describes the feeling of spiritual revitalization that rain brings to earth. Well done, Kelly.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Your insight envelopes me with much warmth, just like that bowl of soup I mentioned...thank you, Christian!

[Jennesis]

Love the picture with this. There is a sensuality here...there's nothing like a cleansing rain.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I totally agree. I think God made rain for those of us who love to read...and bake, and clean lofty attics. Oh, and let's not forget retail therapy, which is my favorite! ; ) ...thanks Jenn.

[~]

:) I like the bare feet image of the picture. something I would do too :)
about the soup - just don't let it burn your mouth :):)

[Kelly Scheppers]

...thank you, moonskittles...btw, I am a moonmaiden, {my astrological sign is Cancer]. Thank you for peering into view!

[~]

:) you are welcome moonmaiden :)

[J. K. Beach]

There is great value in contemplation (doesn't really matter what you think about as long as it doesn't sink into despair or any other truly negative vibe) but we have so little time for it these days. Meaningful pauses while staring into our bowls of soup (or did I mean souls of soup?) or out of a rain spattered window panes can slowly adjust our world back to where we need it to be. The soup gets cold, of course, but by now we all likely have microwaves. You said it wonderfully well, and much more succinctly, in this piece Kelly. It made me contemplate many things... Well done!

[Kelly Scheppers]

I'm thrilled you're back...I shall raise my coffee cup high, and say thank you most kindly!

[Ana B.]

Beautiful play of words. Enticing work :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you, Ana...your words warm my heart!

[ron]

Love the poem Kelly. Sometimes to be stirred and reflect on our life.
Not sure if that's what you ment with this piece.

[Kelly Scheppers]

The stirring of the spoon in the bowl of soup is like an anointing of the soul, when it rains. It gave me cause to reflect, and I thank you!

[ron]

You are most welcome. Your poetry is much deeper than mine and I enjoy reading you Kelly.

[SleeplessVolcano]

The words of this poem are themselves like raindrops, bringing moisture to the reader's mind.....wonderful images......I am looking to the sky, hoping for clouds...:)

[Kelly Scheppers]

I shall look with you, and hope for rain...thank you so much!