Poem from Poetry Class Spring 2015 “The Rain Falls Saltily “

This was a specific prompt actually. It was a bit random. It stylistically mirrors a poem I chose from a poetry book we were reading

 

                        “The Rain Falls Saltily “

 

 

The jelly filled rain pellets possess ears but don’t  know the sun, each one is drop way more gooey than the next. I converge along this jam, waiting with a heaving sigh, the sky  painted like yellow honey, and stickiness oozes like the small pour of blood, only clotted. You and me pull flowers on full moons or dirt in the morning, uproot it so hard and the rain will begin to dance. I won’t stop or pulling is of waste. Or I’ll envision a road believe it leads somewhere, it leads somewhere, the somewhere of my choosing. Rain falls like salt on fries. Heavy occasionally. I still walk through it. Oozing  ,still its best function. Clotting momentarily. Runoff like cleanliness .Eclipsing away the messy. Salt roads savior.