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Welcome to Wednesday Words, where each week we’ll dazzle you with words from a variety of poets! This week’s poem comes from Annette Gagliardi, and her contribution to our Feminine Flower poetry submissions.
Annette has been writing poetry since the early 1980’s and has published in various magazines and area newspapers, placed in national contests (Eber & Wein 2cd & 3rd place) and three Minnesota state poetry contests (Cracked Walnut – 3rd place, Steven’s Family Award – 2cd place,& Poet’s Pot luck – Honorable Mention). In addition, she has worked in over forty anthologies dating since 1983.
In addition, Annette reads her work around town where they accept poets. She is the visiting author at Kenny Elementary School in Minneapolis where she teaches fifth graders all year and creates their poetry anthology for culmination of their work together. She belongs to the Minnesota League of Poets.
It’s raining while I grieve
as if the end is only moments away.
Oh little drops, I dismay
at your constancy – steady
in a way that only begins to tell –
to whisper in the rain –
The end is near and articulates
how vast the universe .
It rains while disdain changes to regret
and slides on down, slides on down;
it rains and the morose, listless me
fades to washed-out loneliness.
The roaring thunder shouts the rain
away from the crowded streets
and meets me, running
down my cheeks, soaking,
drenching, seeping into pores
and cleaning my gutters to
a slim, polished newness.