No Beginning, No End

[Tinker]

No Beginning, No End

Water pours 
        from the heavens
                 without beginning or end.
Splashed down
        to the earth
and bounced back up
                 to greet
the continuance of the fall.
It streaks 
          and shimmers in the air.
Puddles form
          and small rivers splay
                  across unfettered space.
Water soaks my feet 
                  and hair,
strikes my face
           and blurs my vision.
Now is the rain.
               ~~ Judi Van Gorder

Genre: Boketto

[bob]

I like this Tinker: It's written in a manner one could almost "loop" the end to the beginning, and it would still read well, no matter where you started reading. YarnSpinner

[Tinker]

Thank you,  It is supposed to be all that is around me in a moment of time.   It rained nonstop for over 36 hours, and now it is just wet and grey and drizzly.  

~~Tink

[tonyv]

Judi, the content fits the form well. I aggree with YarnSpinner that this reads (i.e. "flows") well. I would add that the poem has a touch of the concrete. It looks like rain.

Tony