moist
the quiet murmur
of warm rain falling softly
boughs heavy hang low
berries swelling on the vine
wild earth blushed in deep green
~kat
Moist…why is this such a taboo word? When someone utters it, people wince and cringe. Ewww!!!!
We’re having rain. Rain that can only described as moist. The air, every strand of my curling hair, my clothes, my skin all feel damp, and well…moist. The kind you feel in your bones. The kind that pools in low-lying spots on the ground. The kind of rain that breathes life into every living thing and turns the trees, shrubs and grass a deep jewel-toned shade of green. If not today when? I shall say it again with glee! How moist today is! It’s a perfectly fine word…moist…especially on days like these!
Much love, peace, and moist glimmers to you! 💦😉💦
~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
A Tanka poem using Magnetic Poetry Online ~ Nature Kit
like mercury colliding... 
May 13th, 2025 at 2:20 pm
Lovely poem Kat. Never really thought of the word Moist in great depth. We have rain, then it’s wet, and damp!
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May 13th, 2025 at 2:21 pm
Haha! I used to get grief for using it! 😄
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May 13th, 2025 at 2:23 pm
Plus it was part of the Nature Kit on the magnetic poetry site. So of course I had to find a use for it!!! 😆
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May 13th, 2025 at 4:55 pm
We must start a campaign to reenergize the word ‘moist’. There…I’ve said it!
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May 13th, 2025 at 7:39 pm
I agree! It’s a perfectly fine word. haha!
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