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Falling Rain Fall

September 9, 2011

braced for the day when lonely months become years,
when every distant love song fades to tears,
the rainwater tears at the pavement
and seems to have lost its once innocent scent of spring
black oil and rejected chewing gum taint the drops of purity
broken bottles sink on flooded streets
and dark clouds keep the city just beyond
the reach of angel’s arms

 

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18 Comments
  1. I like Rain! And this poem captures my liking in such an intricate manner! Short and simple, deep and humble piece. Thanks for sharing!

  2. Hello.
    The weather is really bad here in Pennsylvania. We are dealing with flooded homes, flooded streets, road blocks, collapsed bridges and no electricity in some parts. Wish the rain would move on out to drier parts that need it.

    Nice poem all the same. Thanks for sharing.

    Under Blinking Stars

  3. There are times that rain is so wonderful but where i live we have lots of it and it is nice to cool down the islands but when it rains for days on end then it is nice to see the sun once again thank you for sharing
    http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/08/the-crimson-witch/

  4. I love the rain – though maybe I’m lucky to not live in an area with an abundance of it. I too feel like rain can wash away the dirtiness, the unpleasantries – a hope to start something fresh. Great job 🙂

    http://cursemymetalbody.wordpress.com/2011/09/08/poetry-thursday-65/

  5. The beauty of rain falling where its pristine falling is taken away by dirty pavement…great job!

  6. love rain related piece, well delivered imagery and sentiments..

    🙂

  7. Bupinder Singh permalink

    rain of thoughts
    pour through ye
    its good to hear
    that u too see..

  8. After a spring of flooding this resonates through a dry fall…nicely done!

  9. The imagery of this piece stayed with me. You crafted it well. ~MsQ

  10. Nice one this..enjoyed it 🙂

  11. expatinCAT permalink

    An excellent, tightly-written poem.. // Peter.

  12. very good I love the last line, the angels are just out of reach…

  13. sadness is in the sky my friend, war and killing everywhere…
    Angels are looking down at us with a cry saying “look what humans are doing”…
    And devils looking at us from down under and laughing “look they believed what we told them”…

  14. incredible.

    Hohoho,

    What charming poetry you have posted here.

    Invite you to share 1 to 3 poems with us, anything could fit the theme of object,

    Cheers.
    Hope to see you in.

    Happy Writing..
    xoxox

  15. Simple and beautiful..
    Anthony.

  16. well deserved award,

    thanks.

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