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r a i n v
today
the rain
chose
to wash away
the poems
i'd scribed
on the red
scorched earth
is it a blessing?
dreams
washed away?
the blue skies
had betrayed
my faith
in them
keeping up
the scorch
red is the color
i love
red is the color
i bleed
blue is
what was accepted
grey
was never expected
now
see the streams
of red
washing away
my poems
dragging them
along the tracks
smashing them
on boulders
dropping them off
the cliffs
where
you see a waterfall
i see words
battered, scattered
flung into the air
never to reunite
ever again
satisfied?
dear rain?
forgot to mention
there is a cave
way below the ground
where the screams that were my poems
still echo
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Re. r a i n v
15th Sep 2017 4:41pm
wow... that was great... filled me with emotion... one of your best so far!
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Re: Re. r a i n v
15th Sep 2017 4:49pm
a peer
who's admired
visiting
leaving such review
is but a moment of joy.
appreciation,
deep
held close.
who's admired
visiting
leaving such review
is but a moment of joy.
appreciation,
deep
held close.
Re. r a i n v
15th Sep 2017 9:02pm
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The poem asked the question is it a blessing? or dreams washed away?. I can not help but believe it is the former with the later but an act of storage. Once conceived and presented, the arrangement of words lives on as a statement of one's being. It can not be destroyed. Perhaps the cave is the place they await to be discovered by future kindred spirits and the words again put to pen for the world to enjoy, just as they were here and will be for eons after the now.
Wondrous is the poet's pen on this one.
Wondrous is the poet's pen on this one.
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Re: Re. r a i n v
17th Sep 2017 00:34am
poem
story of a madman in a desert
who wrote poems on the red scorched earth
trusting the scorching blue skies and living in a compromise with them
trusting the desert skies won't let the rain to tread
it is indeed mad to take on the elements
and in this, the madman takes on the rain, which is invariably a blessing to many, not in this case.
sees the poems washed away...
rest, the poem's self explanatory.
a peer with eye
piercing the sky
is always welcome
so is the in depth review.
both, held
close.
story of a madman in a desert
who wrote poems on the red scorched earth
trusting the scorching blue skies and living in a compromise with them
trusting the desert skies won't let the rain to tread
it is indeed mad to take on the elements
and in this, the madman takes on the rain, which is invariably a blessing to many, not in this case.
sees the poems washed away...
rest, the poem's self explanatory.
a peer with eye
piercing the sky
is always welcome
so is the in depth review.
both, held
close.
Re. r a i n v
16th Sep 2017 4:03am
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17th Sep 2017 00:36am
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Re: Re. r a i n v
17th Sep 2017 1:29am
review
of a peer
admired
is but humbling.
one thing
the elements, though insurmountable, do not have, is the heart and as poets, that i believe is all we have. at least whilst we can scream before it becomes an echo.
appreciation.
deep.
of a peer
admired
is but humbling.
one thing
the elements, though insurmountable, do not have, is the heart and as poets, that i believe is all we have. at least whilst we can scream before it becomes an echo.
appreciation.
deep.
Re. r a i n v
18th Sep 2017 5:03am
I wish I'd written this! An absolutely magnificent piece of poetry.
Cheers...Harry
Cheers...Harry
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Re. r a i n v
29th Sep 2017 11:50pm
red is the color
i love
red is the color
i bleed
Glorious. Beautiful piece.
i love
red is the color
i bleed
Glorious. Beautiful piece.
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Re: Re. r a i n v
29th Sep 2017 11:58pm
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Anonymous
1st Oct 2017 2:02pm
When I sit on my porch while it rains, I experience the same.
All words become vanishing vapor in thin air as do everthing
else clamored inside.
Throwing squids at your feet, tbey would be proud
of you for using their substance in. such a beautiful way.
All words become vanishing vapor in thin air as do everthing
else clamored inside.
Throwing squids at your feet, tbey would be proud
of you for using their substance in. such a beautiful way.
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5th Oct 2017 9:44pm