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White Wolf
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since 1999-09-18

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Somewhere in the vast wasteland

0 posted 2000-12-23 05:22 AM

I was just wondering if there was anyone else out there that can smell the comming of the rain before it actually rains? If so I would like to challenge you to write a poem that describes that feeling. I been unble to successfully produce one of my own.

Is there anyone out there will will take my challenge?

The White Wolf

Sunshine

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1 posted 2000-12-23 09:30 AM

Definitely! A great challenge. Unfortunately, I won't be able to post it till tomorrow...my limit was met this morning...[sigh]...

Karilea
If I whisper, will you listen?...
I would rather be silent and write, than speak loudly and be bound.
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EagleOne
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since 2000-03-07

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Between a laugh and a tear...

2 posted 2000-12-31 11:34 PM

Ah Yes!! there is nothing quite like it

I tried to write about it once but just couldn't find the words.........I'll have to try again.

"The heart and soul have no illusion of boundries when friendship is the quest"
~ My Angel.

monique
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since 2000-02-03

Posts 369
Louisiana

3 posted 2001-01-01 01:07 AM

I am quite contrary
I cannot smell the rain before it actually
Rains and i cannot write poetry
So i won't be able to take the challenge
This is my midnight talk about the melange
I am in over my head with language
But i love Passions in Poetry
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Stephanos

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since 2000-07-31

Posts 3618
Statesboro, GA, USA

4 posted 2001-01-02 02:25 AM

The canopy of clouds progress
from cordial greys toward
deeper sullen even
angry hues.
The polite breeze whose soft
and benign speech
was hardly noticed by any
only minutes prior
augments her whisperings
until the top boughs
in the sylvan wood
arc with bows
as if to give by solemn sway
acknowledgement
to the coming wash.
And now my ears
also hear.
With irises premature
I too perceive lashing sheets
striking the earth
with wonderful torrents.
I feel with my skin the stumble
and fall of at least ten
or twelve degrees.
By these senses I detect
a mighty shower
due from skies
about to rend.
Yet if these mentioned above
were to be taken from me.
If blind and deaf and calloused
to touch,
I would still understand
what was coming.
Somewhere wafting in the air
beginning from far places
from who knows where
are long and swirling trails
of scent entwined
with the breezes that precede
advancing rains.
I guess for something
that is quite beyond description
I would have to say it's like
the smell of glorious travels,
ancient expeditions,
high adventures.
through the nostrils
one may catch
the comixed fragrances
of everywhere the rain
has been
in ages
gone before.
She has washed the many nations.
The prosperity of crops
thankful to their creator
for his waters
also adds an element
to this strange
and holy smell.
I too give thanks to him
for the aroma that pervades
the air and prophesies
the coming rain.

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