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In Another Rain
the distance between
nations and constellations
is a semaphore breathe away,
traipsed rivers engrave
star reflections
fallen branches
into her tome
the distance between
rotation and the wheel
is tomorrow’s destination,
lungs of our city walls
exhale ruins for citadel colours,
aurora flights strengthen streets
name the city a different kind of grace
river bleeds beneath our skins
as we dared to open our eyes,
and in this moment
not only shadows lengthen
nations and constellations
is a semaphore breathe away,
traipsed rivers engrave
star reflections
fallen branches
into her tome
the distance between
rotation and the wheel
is tomorrow’s destination,
lungs of our city walls
exhale ruins for citadel colours,
aurora flights strengthen streets
name the city a different kind of grace
river bleeds beneath our skins
as we dared to open our eyes,
and in this moment
not only shadows lengthen
Author's Note
"And if you ever need self-validation, just meet me in the alley by the railway station." Morrissey. Of course it is. Through deserted streets to the river bank.
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Re. In Another Rain
Anonymous
6th Mar 2023 10:37pm
To literally live in Grace? I wonder if Wales can spare a village for me?
One close to the rail station of course
One close to the rail station of course
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Re: Re. In Another Rain
7th Mar 2023 9:37am
Ha. I'll get the Welsh elves to work. Broken coffee tables are my only carpentry skills, sadly. It's ok L. Yns Mon is building a space station. As always. Rob
Re. In Another Rain
7th Mar 2023 00:34am
Holy fuck that was beautiful.
The opening was hypnotic and the cascading draw was brilliant.
I enjoyed the way you played with the words… that is a lame comment…here:
Holy. Fuck. The linguistic accumen in the fourth stanza made my mouth fall open in fucking awe. That stanza itself is art! Like… Holyshit!!
‘lungs of our city walls
exhale ruins for citadel colours,
aurora flights strengthen streets
name the city a different kind of grace’
Lungs of our … exhale… the metaphor is so damn good l, so clean, and so well executed.
The whole poem was kickasss, and that was, bar-none, the best part.
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Re: Re. In Another Rain
7th Mar 2023 9:42am
Many thanks Betty. Appreciated. Never received a Holy Fuck in these portals before. Lol. I wear my heart on my sleeve like a red wet stain (Dorothy Parker wrote that) so hopefully that emerges in my tatty scribbles. Rob
Re. In Another Rain
7th Mar 2023 2:29am
When I reached the end I had already been picturing it in slant of shadows, like the cycle of daylight across still images. I've been reading it over between creating art on this AI site and the whole has a presence that is widening, closing, that is rather unique.
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7th Mar 2023 9:44am
Re. In Another Rain
7th Mar 2023 4:57pm
This is really beautiful, and all I can say is that it pulled me in and made me want each new word, ended to soon (though just right) and brought me back to the beginning to read through it again. It's a real gem, my friend. :-)
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8th Mar 2023 10:23am
Re. In Another Rain
8th Mar 2023 12:09pm
I like the use of presentation in how you physically arrange the lines of the second verse. The poem as a whole represents a colourful and vividly realised inner landscape, so that reading it is almost like watching an arthouse film.
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Re: Re. In Another Rain
8th Mar 2023 1:45pm
Diolch mate. Pleased you noticed the presentation and format change. I have previously been stubborn to advice, but even an old hand can change. Rob
Re. In Another Rain
19th Mar 2023 5:10pm
Here I can imagine the long distance relationship between of two people in love,. Well nice reading 😊
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