Yesterday as I was driving home from dropping daughter number one off at school (we missed the bus) and thinking about the rain and how I haven't been writing much poetry lately---check that: haven't been writing any poetry lately---I remembered the rain poem I posted last July and thought I'd throw you back to last summer, though not because I think the poem's great (don't know if I'll take it beyond it's present state or not) and want to know what my loyal readers think (though that is always a bonus), but mostly because I feel compelled to post something and linking to a previous post (y'know, when I wasn't such a popular bloggy destination) is a simple way to do that; that, and I wanted to write this really long sentence couched with numerous parentheticals that make it sound like I'm carrying on a conversation with myself.
Yeah. That's what I meant to do.
That and autumn's here. So bring on the rain.
Excellent stanza breaks, and you capture so simply yet vividly that ambivalence we feel as parents.
ReplyDeleteIt also reminded me of how my 5-year-old still insists that the lyric to the other rain song goes, "It's raining, it's boring."
I think I like that version of the song better. It captures the sentiment so well.
ReplyDeleteAnd I like that word: ambivalence. Though I don't particularly like experiencing it every night when I put my kids to bed and realize that I could be better and that they're going to grow up no matter what I do...so I'd better do it right (but I do it wrong so well). Argh.
More ambivalence.