Rain like
love drop
on my fingertip, on the green
sliding leaf
silver pregnant
rain
drop
on my nose
falling
love
full drops join and frolic
silver lost in swirling brown
eddy’s of emotion, silver to brown and back again
beauty on lashes, before the
eyes
always changing ,moving
water thick with being,
too slippery to hold
like love
the closest I get is to skin
but it is the water the love the rain within
I seek to contain but cannot.
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It happens to be pouring cats and dogs where I am…the raindrops falling on the skylight above my kitchen are giving me the perfect sound effects for reading this poem. Lovely.
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Thanks for your comment Eleanor,
wetting the world at the moment it seems! giving everything that fresh clean sheen!
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Visually you can see the swell of the drop just before it falls… and this flows just the same. Love this!
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thankyou so much. sometimes when i think about life i get a fullness inside that feels a little like that drop!
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Wonderful poem! Thank you so much for sharing… A tear of truth, just like a rain drop … will only flow through joy or pain when it flows from the well of our hearts.
God bless, have a lovely weekend. Peace. Dave
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beautifully said x
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Beautiful. Thank you for sharing this.
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you are welcome thanks for reading!
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This is beautiful and I love the contrast between love and a slippery raindrop, very clever! Thanks also for following; I’ll do the same! 🙂
Lauren
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You are very welcome, thanks for reading x
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Beautiful again!!! You have a special way with words… the way you combine them… I love these combinations most of all: “love drop on my fingertip”, “silver pregnant rain drop” and “drops join and frolic”. Wonderful work!!!
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thanks for dropping by AND making a comment, i love the compliments 🙂 i LOVE words even more!
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