The solute awaits the missing solvent
Inchoate alchemy yet to mix
And create the solution
.
The solution ensnares missing charges
That attracts right stuff
For the stuffing stirring in the cauldron
.
The cauldron effervesces
Each blob of bubbled plasma'nauts
Burst into the airs of possibility
.
The possibility of solution as the fruit
Come to fruition
And life just pours out
.
It just pours out when it rains
Open your mouth
And taste life's sweet nectar
.
Sweet nectar nourishment
Take not cover from the rain
That provides the solution
.
The solution is the otherwise immiscible
But collects ready-for-child-like giddiness
That embraces life splashing in puddles
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. In Life Phase II: Living and writing from a decommissioned church in Hull, MA. (Phase I was New Orleans and everything that entails.) Hippocampus, behave!
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Comments (2)
This was so wonderful! A very beautiful poem!
Loved your nature poem!!! Dancing in the rain is fun too!!!💕❤️❤️