Autumn Chances and Rain Dances

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Open Poetry #42

Autumn Chances and Rain Dances

Idontmindyouundermyskin
Junior Member

since 2007-01-29

Posts 32

0 posted 2008-06-09 04:00 PM

Autumn Chances and Rain Dances

Like a drop of rain
on a windowpane
we start the same
But slowly slide away.
Splash on the ground
forgotten in sand,
Fall in love all over again.

We walk the same path,
yet two different ways.
Be together forever,
But not know it for days.

And these things I whisper,
Run through your head.
Love me today
and tomorrow it’s dead.

We walk the same path,
yet two different ways.
You let go of my hand
I don’t see you for days.

I don’t see you for days.

And these things
These things I whisper
run through your head.
You love me today,
By tomorrow it’s dead.

Tomorrow it’s dead.

I see you with him,
You see me with her.
The lives we had
Are just a blur.

And those things I whispered,
Ran threw your head.
Loved me last week,
And today it’s dead.

Today it’s dead.

Like a drop of rain,
That got washed away.
Glistened in the sun
For only a day.

Margherita
Member Seraphic

since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

1 posted 2008-06-09 06:17 PM

Very good write, perfect rhythm and captivating message, I will read it again.

Love,
Margherita

A Romantic Heart
Member Ascendant

since 1999-09-03

Posts 5496
Forever In Your Heart

2 posted 2008-06-09 07:27 PM

ooo..what a good love song, I can hear it with an acoustic guitar....

Loved it!

Welcome to PIP!

Idontmindyouundermyskin
Junior Member

since 2007-01-29

Posts 32

3 posted 2008-06-11 01:32 AM

Thank you both.

Tomorrow I'll probably start making it a song. Depends on how much time I have...

I'll be looking for both of your works.

OwlSA
Member Rara Avis

since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

4 posted 2008-06-11 02:54 AM

I, too, love it as a song, but only after loving it more as a poem where words and their implications are supreme. A sensitively beautiful, pensive poem, where sad joy is painted with fine strokes.

- Owl

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