Raining underneath

by Mark Ryan – Check out more of his work here: Havoc and Consequence

Underneath. Down here where it’s calm.
Where the black beauty of the abyss touches my feet.
All is quiet.
All is still.
I’m entombed as if in a coffin.
Locked forever in my own space
Controlling the promise of my ever after.
And then you came.
Pelting my world.
Hurtling across like a comet in my stretching blue sky.
You bring the change, flowing through like a weather system.
Flourishing my eyes open like a new season.
Calling sub-oceanic flowers to bloom within me.
Aquatic forest pines that reach up to touch the surface.
To reach and touch your face.
My hands branch to catch the light you dazzle.
A sudden rush you instill within me like heroin bubbles in my blood.
Coming up too soon, bending my compression that has kept my heart safe.
Heading for the bends.
I’m a fish not born to fly with you.
High where the birds and angels soar.
Hidden in these depths for reasons.
For sins that keep me drowned.
Now it rains under water, puddling the pool of the sea that parts us.
And I drift in the stream of sorrow.
Knowing that the rain on the surface, is really your tears.

Clouds Dancing in the Sky

Photo by: Pamela Kelley

Looking up at the clouds so high
Watching colors stretch across the sky
As they combine and spread apart gracefully
An ever-changing work of art slowly slips by

As the sun first wakes
Golden hues are painted on the tips
I’m struck by the beauty
How lucky am I to be a witness

As the sun slowly dances across the sky
The image changes as clouds come and go
Feathery wisps of cotton stretch out
While others appear as the atomic bomb exploded

As the sun reaches the western horizon
The colors of the rainbow come back for a second act
Purple, pink, red, and orange are coated in layers
Until the colors slowly fade to black


This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains One by One