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Slate
Early morning
mist
teardrops to tree vine
dabs
dots
to
many
mini
sparkled star-shine
the white
climbs
overhead
with chromatic sky
while birds
cry
songs
of warmth
in
defiance
to grey
spill thy waters
cleansed and pure
as devils beat their wives
between thine pour
mist
teardrops to tree vine
dabs
dots
to
many
mini
sparkled star-shine
the white
climbs
overhead
with chromatic sky
while birds
cry
songs
of warmth
in
defiance
to grey
spill thy waters
cleansed and pure
as devils beat their wives
between thine pour
Published 4th Apr 2017
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4th Apr 2017 2:33pm
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6th Apr 2017 4:30am
Thank You for RL, You are too kind!!! It was one of those simplicity things...it is needed at times.
My Friend...
From the clinging mists.....to the sounds of the birds' songs and the falling rain.....within and without-- the melding of the melancholy , with the warmth and beauty of a rainy Monday, is so effectively expressed!
For one who knows these early Spring days--too well--this is a compelling piece!
From the clinging mists.....to the sounds of the birds' songs and the falling rain.....within and without-- the melding of the melancholy , with the warmth and beauty of a rainy Monday, is so effectively expressed!
For one who knows these early Spring days--too well--this is a compelling piece!
6th Apr 2017 4:31am
Appreciate You coming by DE!!! Ahhh the Spring weather, it can be both beautiful and inhibiting.
4th Apr 2017 6:19pm
Soul, your imagery creates a peaceful feeling within me. Except for "devils beating their wives" of course. That made me imagine thunder. I love rainy days. Bravo!
Hey Gahddess, good to see You here!!! I'm glad You felt the peace...The term "Devil beating his wife" Is coined from when bit's of sun break through while the rain continues to pour. Always appreciate Your Kindness!!!
6th Apr 2017 4:58am
4th Apr 2017 7:16pm
Thanks Tim, for swinging by, Rhythms and flow...it's all about who catches them..
Thank You as well for the RL
Thank You as well for the RL
Anonymous
4th Apr 2017 9:09pm
I enjoyed the thought of dew as tears of the tree. Compared to the title of 'slate' this conjours a story of two halves - the emotional, and the stoic. The last stanza has that gorgeous Shakespearean lyrical quality stamped within it.
Beautiful vines.
Beautiful vines.
6th Apr 2017 4:40am
Thank You Kidd-O!!! The stoic is part of my nature as are the emotive points...It was simplicity that day.
5th Apr 2017 4:33am
Beautiful. I could totally see it in my mind. <3 You are a wonderful writer/poet!
6th Apr 2017 4:42am
You Are too Kind Myst L!!! I am humbled by such a comment and Greatly Appreciate that RL-Honoured!!!
5th Apr 2017 10:23am
fine poetry, chromatic as the sky;
& drama, in the downpour & the beatings...
& drama, in the downpour & the beatings...
6th Apr 2017 4:43am
Gotta break up the hum-drum with a bit of drama lol Appreciate You Kind Sir!!!
5th Apr 2017 7:46pm
I love the "defiance to the grey" of the first stanza, those life-affirming lines. The last stanza seems almost a prayer
spill thy waters
cleansed and pure
as devils beat their wives
between thine pour
Might be the purity of a clean slate. Very well written with a touch of archaic wording. Excellent work Soul!
spill thy waters
cleansed and pure
as devils beat their wives
between thine pour
Might be the purity of a clean slate. Very well written with a touch of archaic wording. Excellent work Soul!
6th Apr 2017 4:45am
Indeed Crow-Prayer!!! Your keen eye, presence is very Appreciated Good Sir!!! Thank You so much for the RL!!!
