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In Defiance of the Rain
- In Defiance of the Rain -
In defiance of the rain, I write this!
The brilliant sunlight of yesterday…
Oft, at the end of the month of May,
Gives way to the falling of the rain.
I hear the raindrops, in the treetops,
Falling as if it might not ever stop…
To wash away the sting of old pain.
What miracle keeps my spirits high?
When the sun is lost in grayish sky,
And it seems like naught remains…
I think once more of one I so adore,
Which sweeps sorrow from a shore.
The shore of my heart’s soft grains!
I am of the primordial ocean,
A being of Love, and emotion…
With a spirit of fire, and light!
Like she who fills me with delight.
Waters of emotions, lap at reason…
As passion oft reigns in its’ season,
Reminding me of all past existence.
I hear water falling, a voice calling,
Beckoning me without so stalling…
To wash away, ghosts of penitence.
It is the voice of one I cannot deny!
She is like a flower, and I see why,
For I have glimpsed her innocence.
She brings me joy, I long for more,
When I think of all, as lies in store.
She is like the sun’s fair brilliance!
I am of the primordial garden,
A being Hate can never harden…
With a spirit of fire most bright!
Like she who fills me with delight.
A jade ivy blooms in sunlit glory…
Like a poetess writing an epic story,
That is the name I so call my sweet.
Just as I am her rose, as she knows,
As I seek to ease all her life’s woes.
My soul longs for the day we meet!
For my heart beats at her every joy.
The clouds will part up in the sky…
When I look into her eyes, to greet,
She whom my spirit, calls beloved!
The rain cannot fill me, with dread.
Hurry to me, my flower most fleet!
In defiance of the rain, is true bliss!
In defiance of the rain, I write this!
The brilliant sunlight of yesterday…
Oft, at the end of the month of May,
Gives way to the falling of the rain.
I hear the raindrops, in the treetops,
Falling as if it might not ever stop…
To wash away the sting of old pain.
What miracle keeps my spirits high?
When the sun is lost in grayish sky,
And it seems like naught remains…
I think once more of one I so adore,
Which sweeps sorrow from a shore.
The shore of my heart’s soft grains!
I am of the primordial ocean,
A being of Love, and emotion…
With a spirit of fire, and light!
Like she who fills me with delight.
Waters of emotions, lap at reason…
As passion oft reigns in its’ season,
Reminding me of all past existence.
I hear water falling, a voice calling,
Beckoning me without so stalling…
To wash away, ghosts of penitence.
It is the voice of one I cannot deny!
She is like a flower, and I see why,
For I have glimpsed her innocence.
She brings me joy, I long for more,
When I think of all, as lies in store.
She is like the sun’s fair brilliance!
I am of the primordial garden,
A being Hate can never harden…
With a spirit of fire most bright!
Like she who fills me with delight.
A jade ivy blooms in sunlit glory…
Like a poetess writing an epic story,
That is the name I so call my sweet.
Just as I am her rose, as she knows,
As I seek to ease all her life’s woes.
My soul longs for the day we meet!
For my heart beats at her every joy.
The clouds will part up in the sky…
When I look into her eyes, to greet,
She whom my spirit, calls beloved!
The rain cannot fill me, with dread.
Hurry to me, my flower most fleet!
In defiance of the rain, is true bliss!
Published 31st May 2015
| Edited 3rd Jun 2015
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1st Jun 2015 1:34am
the personification of nature never seems to get dull.
My favorites lines: "I am of the primordial garden,
A being Hate can never harden…
With a spirit of fire most bright!
Like she who fills me with delight."
My favorites lines: "I am of the primordial garden,
A being Hate can never harden…
With a spirit of fire most bright!
Like she who fills me with delight."
I am very pleased to see you liked my poem, Jazz! Indeed, those lines are some of the most lovely in the poem, out of many lovely lines to choose from.
Although this work has quite more than a bit of personal meaning for me and for a certain beautiful and amazing lady I have nicknamed Ivy, it also has some slightly, somewhat esoteric parts like that one. But that is all part of what makes it so compelling for people to read! Thanks for stopping by to leave a comment, my friend. :) Your continued interest in my poetry and writings never ceases to to delight me!
Although this work has quite more than a bit of personal meaning for me and for a certain beautiful and amazing lady I have nicknamed Ivy, it also has some slightly, somewhat esoteric parts like that one. But that is all part of what makes it so compelling for people to read! Thanks for stopping by to leave a comment, my friend. :) Your continued interest in my poetry and writings never ceases to to delight me!
Anonymous
1st Jun 2015 5:25pm
What a beautiful poem you have written you never do you disappoint me, instead inspire me to write more and more. As I read this, I am touched. This poem was another bright highlight of my morning to re-read 'In Defiance of the Rain.' Beautifully written. Well said. Keep wiriting. I love you dearly, Mother of My Soul :)
I am happy you liked the poem, Lilly! I am certain the lady I wrote it for will be delighted when she reads it too. *Giggle* :)
3rd Jun 2015 3:51am
3rd Jun 2015 10:29pm
Yes indeed! Ivy is actually Zoey, who posts on DUP here under the name zoeygirl. I do love her very, very much and she loves me with equally mad and passionate fire. Tee-hee-hee! So happy you enjoyed this humble poem I wrote for her, too. Your bright comments always delight me so! :D
