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Let It Rain
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Let It Rain |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738
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Heaven's burden, expectancy-- vapors weighted, lumbering-- air too thick for shallow lung. Tension mounting, thunder's drum a teasing promise of release... I line up candles, trimming wick. (The birds have flown for cover, no breeze to lift a wing. I smell before I feel it-- the first drop always stings...) Heaven's fury, unfurling. All my plantings now be damned. All is gone of gentle nurture. Nothing now to understand. No harvest in the sludge, abounding, in waltz of wind, embracing Thor... It's better that they die by drowning, than wither in the sun's cruel scorn. I light the candles, unconvinced. |
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redheart angrybraids Member
since 2000-04-16
Posts 410honolulu, hawaii |
rippless and subtle, i love this poem. "the first drop always stings" i realy liked how you worked that line in there, very cool. Kindly, Redheart Angrybraids |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Tension mounting, thunder's drum a teasing promise of release... I line up candles, trimming wick. (The birds have flown for cover, no breeze to lift a wing. I smell before I feel it-- the first drop always stings...) Heaven's fury, unfurling. All my plantings now be damned. All is gone of gentle nurture. Nothing now to understand. No harvest in the sludge, abounding, in waltz of wind, embracing Thor... It's better that they die by drowning, than wither in the sun's cruel scorn. I light the candles, unconvinced. ------------------- OH MAN... god your so cool!!!  this poem is just so damn COOL!! light one of those candles for me, me-sweet-twin... I feel a storm coming in meself *blowing kisses in the wind ... headed south* me loves ya me baby dont you work so hard for this prize you've found, it will all be gone-when you turn around, cause nothing lasts forever anyway. Rick Roberts |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
The rain cleanses. . . But what does it clean? Excellent poem my friend. . . -------------------------------------------------------- That which gives light must endure burning --Victor Frankl |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
Rain has been on my mind also, and I love this. it's sort of builds you know., to a climax.  You left me, sweet, two legacies,- a legacy of love A Heavenly Father would content, Had He the offer of; Emily Dickinson |
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Rex Allen McCoy Member Elite
since 2000-01-30
Posts 2863Sippin a Timmy's in London |
Well done serenity ... I can hear your thunder |
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CocoBaci Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 3043 |
WOW !!! |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Thanks to all, but especially redheart--thanks for your understanding---and most especially, Janet Marie---this was for you--reply to your reply...(None can stop it now) ....but hugs to all...thank you much. |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
Serenity this is beautiful! And I mean that in the greatest sense of the word! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
thank you baby *winkie winkie* me face has a big smile at the thought of me inspiring you sleep tonite me twin... think lullaby me loves ya me |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
Ah yes, me likes this muchly.. |
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babyblue Junior Member
since 1999-09-16
Posts 12 |
A great poem.And I would like to thank you for responding to my poem.I needed to hear someone say they cared. Thank you a million times. Babyblue The only hope I have is the hope I've lost. |
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Ian Llewellyn ap-Griffith Member
since 2000-02-12
Posts 197Cincinnati, Oh, U.S.A. |
There is nothing more sensuous than the scent of a storm on the rise. What a wonderful experience! Sing while you may |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Stinging gone let the cleansing begin and the seeds of tomorrow rise within the freshly purified depths of the heart. Love the way you express yourself. |
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