Today’s post – a poem:
yesterday I walked
barefoot in the rain
my feet got cold
but still I was happy
amid a stormy life
there is the foot-feel
of wet ground
and rain between my toes
Looking forward to your poetic replies. I’ve missed the sohbet-ing.
Valerie Roney 
Not barefoot.
Not walking.
But running.
Feet slapping pavement.
Lightning. Thunder.
Raindrops falling from eyelashes.
Yet, still…
Blessed stress relief.
I’ll try to take a walk in the rain again today & come up with something better :)
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as you press into my skin
your earth your air my everything
the lines and post modern rivulets
seeking over my surfaces
ankles deep in the love left upon my lips
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rain mist kiss my lashes
falling like tear drops
streaming down my cheeks
tongue slips out
and licks
refreshing heaven’s nectar
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Sipping through my toes
I can taste the the sky hose
The brume cackles and shivers
As I wander among columns
From here to over there
My feet lick the sidewalks bare
Carrying me along and limber
Lights blinking, neighbors creeping
Public places are humming
Good friends sit while chumming
No shoes, no service
But my shirt says let me in
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Rainwater rivulet
Winding
Wending
Weaving
A cooling stream along my skin
Counteracts the
Salty
Steamy
Stream
Of sweat in the small of my back.
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Behind rockyview general
we watched for lightning
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