Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

 By Donovan Baldwin

The rain beats rhythms on your skin

A symphony of secret sin.

I trace them as they strike and flow

Lips and tongue behind them go.

Breathless, I chase the silver sting,

A thirst for wildness, on the wing.

Your skin, a canvas, etched with rain,

My lips, medicine for your pain.

Breathless, I pursue each drop

Hoping storms will never stop.

Your body only clothed by rain

So tempting to my fevered brain.

You my feast neath weeping sky,

Dance seductively as I

Touch and taste and drink my fill

Fingers drifting where they will.

So let the rain caress your skin,

Awash with past and future sin,

A promise in those beating drops,

Arousing love that never stops.

 - Copyright December 17, 2023 by Donovan Baldwin

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By Donovan Baldwin

I would watch the storms
Walls of rain clearly defined
Walk, as we say, across the bay,
Purple black streaks painted
From dark sky to dark water,
A silent mysterious torrent
Full of thunder and lightning,
Power displayed too far away,
Yet oncoming reality.

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In night's darkness,
The slightly darker
Waves in moonlight,
Curl with glowing crests,
Covering the sand
And receding,
Leaving the wet shore
Glistening somewhere
Between brown and silver,
And a salt spray smell,
Lingers with the echo,
Of the wave now gone.

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a warrior gone
battle armor gloves and mask...
death on the front line

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each sunrise sunset
watch well and remember all...
this time comes but once

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in her secret place
there hides my long vagrant muse...
silent in my ear

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if the rain be tears
you become my raging storm...
before which i break

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I need no paints
To draw my love,
Nor does she need,
Paints to draw me on,
For the model as she sits
Is the woman I wish to have
Not paints and powders
Baubles added to
Lips I wish to kiss,
Body I long to hold.
Heart I wish were mine.

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instead of angel
real experienced woman...
warm true and willing

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prisoner am i
life and happiness forfeit...
pacing in my cell

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Painting: The Wave (1869) by Gustave Courbet

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By Donovan Baldwin

big white bird on wing
feet and wingtips tiptoeing
across pond's surface

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don't let go of me
feeling your heart holding tight
helps me to hold on

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clad only in thoughts
old memories in the air
caressing my skin

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the rain starts falling
orchestra starts playing with
nature's tambourine

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quiet water waves
warm breezes trickling shoreward
meditation bay

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sea becomes the sky
misleading the human eye
to eternity

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Blurry visions as I awaken
Goals and intentions
Filmy but firm,
Worming their way
Into my increasing
Consciousness,
Creating challenges
I know I must overcome
Before reality sets in,
And I don my
Tattered and cracked,
Semi-bulletproof armor
Which has served me so well
These many decades, but,
Leaving the inner man
To fend for himself,
Using the skills and weapons,
Deceits and ruses,
Which have served so well,
Keeping me alive these
Three quarters of a century.

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Poetry copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin

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By: Donovan Baldwin

When rain falls,
Wind blows,
Thunder and lightning
Split the sky,
I come alive,
Enter the clouds,
Ride the wind,
Thunder shakes my soul,
Lightning brands my heart,
I soar,
I sail,
Aloft above this earth,
No longer bound
By time,
Ageless,
Free as an eagle, wolf,
Within my storm.

January 26, 2019

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By Donovan Baldwin

If I were rain, I would seek you,
Fall warmly and gently on you,
Letting you feel my passage,
Across your face and lips,
Into your mouth, becoming part of you.

Some of me would slip, drip
Down the lines of your body,
Soaking your skin,
Replacing tears, with
Rivulets of love,

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By: Donovan Baldwin

I love rainy days.

Don't get me wrong, I love sunny days too. I even love partly cloudy, or are they partly sunny, days.

I'm an equal opportunity day lover, I guess.

However, I think there are a couple of levels, or more, to this "love" of these certain kinds of days.

Sunny days remind me of my home in Florida, when I was a boy. Sunny days are uplifting, raising my spirits, at least. A sunny day can make me happy.

Rain?

Well, I've had some good times in the rain, and, partly along that same note, I consider rainy days romantic. You cuddle safe and warm inside, in the arms of your lover, while nature puts on a show, or show-er (couldn't resist) outside.

Thunder and lightening and wind remind me that there's a lot more exciting things in the world than the pap and pablum on TV and at the movies.

A Batman movie may rev you up for a bit, but an offshore squall can make you feel alive, and not just "pumped up". Still, I think one of the things that makes me love a sunny day, or a rainy one, is that it isn't the other.

Sameness can be nice, comforting, but, for me, it's also sometimes called a "rut".

I like it when Mother Nature reminds us that we don't have to be the same every day.

Kind of her.

Thank you, Mother Nature.

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By: Donovan Baldwin

We worry a lot about big things, but, for most of us, life is really comprised of small stuff.

Big rain storm while driving home last night I'm in Texas, and can see a long way. I was over near Dallas, when I headed west towards Fort Worth. I could see the huge bank of clouds, and I could see the rain in the distance.

It was a big storm, but, it didn't bother me...until I drove into it.

Then, that small area of the storm became my world.

Suddenly, I wasn't concerned about what was happening in the rest of Tarrant county, or in Parker county to the west of me, where the storm was coming from. Tons of water falling in blinding sheets, and other drivers. That was MY world, and my worry.

Meanwhile, in another part of the world, somebody's dying, somebody's being born, somebody's preparing for a hurricane, somebody's sunning themselves on a beach.

MY world is not always THE world.

In fact, I believe THAT world, THE world, is too big for us to deal with or exercise control over always.

Last night in the rain, I had to drive safely to keep myself, and others safe.

"Thank you." to other drivers who did the same, by the way.

Sometimes, that's the best we can do...look out for each other. If you can't fix everything else, do the best you can where you're at.

May not be much but, it helps.

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