Unexpected Ode

Ode to Rain

Sitting I see the rain play down my window pane,

The clouds that shadow the sky

Let your heavy load gracefully fall

Let the burden you carry

Let the stress that confides you,

Let it all fall.

Let the drops become rain

Let the rain become a downpour,

Allow the storm to wash away the worries

The quenching earth,

Mother of all,

Let her take all your burdens and make new life,

Take the load off your shoulders

Make the new seed grow

Unearth all the soiled dreams

The dreams no one knew were there

Give the dark soil new life

Give the tree a place to watch

Give the rose a chance to love

Give the grass a chance to spread its soft velvet coat.

But with all things you have to go

The winds don’t stay still for long

The clouds grow lighter,

Soft and dry,

The wind plays with them as they skip across the sky

Sunlight takes your place and kisses my face

I know that you will come again

When the earth calls for you

When the soiled dreams become covered

When the clouds have had enough

You will come again.

Litany Imitation PM

You are the cat in the corner,

the milk and its saucer.
You are the warmth on my bedside

and the watchful owl at night.
You are the courageous lion,
and the protective shepherd watching her sheep.

However, you are not the bright sunrise,

the gentle whisper,
or white feather in the breeze.
And you are certainly not the quiet little church mouse.
There is just no way that you are the quiet little church mouse.

It is possible that you are the guard dog of the estate,
maybe even the crisp page in an old book,
but you are not even close
to being the wind in the oak trees.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the apple pie cooling in the window sill
nor the soothing sound of a grand piano.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the pen to the paper.

I also happen to be the rainbow after the storm,
the first snowfall of winter
and sweet smell of a spring rainfall.

I am also the paint brush on the artists canvas

and the crazy lady's cats.
But don't worry, I'm not the cat in the corner.
You are still the cat in the corner.
You will always be the cat in the corner,
not to mention the milk and--somehow—it’s saucer.

(I wrote this to my dorky cat Ruger)

Introduction

Hey! My name is Paisley M. and I’m a Kinesiology Major here at LCSC. I’ve been going to LCSC here for 1 ½ years and am enjoying college. Some of my hobbies are drawing, playing video games and just chilling at home and sleeping in with my cat Ruger. I love Mac and Cheese and rain, and snow is always a good day. I enjoy hanging out with my best friend, bickering at each other like old women who have known each other for way too long. But overall I enjoy writing, I enjoy school and I like to sit in the back of classrooms. That is all.