Judith Skillman

(1954 / Syracuse, New York)

Sweet Rain - Poem by Judith Skillman

Tasted, smelled, rising from hot asphalt, sweet rain
in the street where a man works on his camper in the rain.

Like desire, felt less often now we are old, the joint pain
and fatigue competing with that other. Sweet rain

rising, lifting the dampened piano that hides its teeth
beneath a lid. Sweet rain, bird song, all the rain-wet

exigencies a house brings to bear. Valence, curtain,
scrubbed porcelain. Perhaps a mouse-brown rain,

pummeling the decking. Or a violet sky shines behind
cloud cover, dense with time. Where shall I go, rain,

how can I recall my only name? The man's sweat
pays for no one's poverty. Often I feel jealous, sweet rain,

of brother and sister — gone to Sweden, or France.
That's the end of the story that began with a father's rain-sweet

face, poor past, Holocaust. Let the locusts swarm, sweet rain
brings them down out of the dogwood, they die by sweet rain.


Comments about Sweet Rain by Judith Skillman

  • (10/29/2016 11:40:00 PM)


    A fantastic portrayal of sweet rain and it's marvelous attributes. Congrats for it's selection of modern POD. (Report) Reply

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  • Bharati Nayak (10/29/2016 8:23:00 PM)


    Tasted, smelled, rising from hot asphalt, sweet rain
    in the street where a man works on his camper in the rain.

    Like desire, felt less often now we are old, the joint pain
    and fatigue competing with that other. Sweet rain

    rising, lifting the dampened piano that hides its teeth
    beneath a lid. Sweet rain, bird song, all the rain-wet
    - - - - - - - - -Rain evokes such sweet memories, the present pain seems to vanish under its effect! ! A lovely poem.
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  • Sylva-onyema Uba (10/29/2016 5:15:00 PM)


    A lovely poem of appeal. Sylva-Onyema Uba (Report) Reply

  • Dr.subhendu Kar (10/29/2016 8:47:00 AM)


    rising, lifting the dampened piano that hides its teeth
    beneath a lid. Sweet rain, bird song, all the rain-wet, oh what a marvel!
    crave being carved upon curve of reminiscence of sweet rain,
    yet aging grips in grief when slowly fading like lamella of musky memories, beautiful write by the metaphors.
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  • Glen Kappy (10/29/2016 8:42:00 AM)

    Sweet Rain
    if i get her right- and i'm not sure i do- this is a lonely free association in her house as the rain falls. right or not, i find outstanding these two phrases:

    Tasted, smelled, rising from hot asphalt

    the dampened piano that hides its teeth beneath a lid

    the first because it excellently summons the sense-experince. the second because the reference to piano keys as teeth is a clever- if not inspired- personification.

    for you who read this and might be interested, you'll find a different-mood post-rain meditation in my poem snail mornings.

    glen kappy
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  • Pranab K Chakraborty (10/29/2016 6:46:00 AM)


    Craft of the writing skill is amazing. Rain brings us many shades of different colors. Journey through a span of life on the surface rain not always sweet but here the diction plays well, at least doesn't feel bitter! (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (10/29/2016 6:33:00 AM)


    Good job! ! ! Congrats for being selected... (Report) Reply

  • Indira Renganathan (10/29/2016 3:15:00 AM)


    A beautiful, meaningful rain-story in descriptive words....great- 10 (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (10/29/2016 2:21:00 AM)

    The story that began
    All the rain-wet! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (10/29/2016 2:13:00 AM)


    rising, lifting the dampened piano that hides its teeth
    beneath a lid. Sweet rain, bird song, all the rain-wet
    An amazing poem woven around the memories of sweet rains. It reflects not only an eventful life, but a philosophy too. Thanks.
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  • Col Muhamad Khalid Khan (10/29/2016 1:54:00 AM)

    Sweet Rain
    A beautiful poem with touch of class Judith.Congratulations being selected member of the day.
    Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 20, 2016



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