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Rainy Day.
Rain whispers through the trees
polishing each glistening leaf
casting a light veil
across all imperfections,
falling upon the palms of
thirsting grass, where
every bloom has raised its face
to catch each perfect drop.
A wonderful shower of
A wonderful shower of words to green the imagination and beg a rainbows appearance. Very nice.
Thank you very much :-) sue.
Thank you very much :-) sue.
Balance
Thoroughly fell into this poem with the imagery that so marvelously and economically balances visuals and the experiencing of rainfall. Grass does indeed have thirsty palms. "glistening" is the wiprd that adds dimension, bloomfaces adds invited mere humans to participate anthropomorphically inside a genttle brush stroked personification. Minimalism is aluve in this naturalist viewing, a mergimg of senses and onjects interacting, foeminf a motion-painting. Bravo. Your best ever! and I am a huge fan iof this work.
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Wow, thank you so much
Wow, thank you so much Stella, I so admire your writing skills and to hear this from you is marvellous. Thank You. Sue.
I like this evocation of a
I like this evocation of a pleasant rainfall.
J-Called
Thank you Starward, sometimes
Thank you Starward, sometimes rainy days can be lovely. sue.
god feeding his flock
god feeding his flock
ron parrish
Absolutely, and doing it so
Absolutely, and doing it so wonderfully, sue.