The rain coming down
to soften our edges
to dampen as to muffle
not as to douse
Such mildness today
we thought we’d have
a standoff
but all we got
was tired
understanding
the kindness
that evolves when
nothing else
is left
It’s been a long
week everything
is weary us the sky
gone pewter
the slickening roads
and bridges that pull
towards home
and there’s never
a lack of water
here a glut of lakes
and harbors
and the sky
that gives it up
and takes it back
but only to
give more
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Very nice. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you!
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Another gem. I particularly enjoy “the kindness / that evolves when / nothing else / is left,” as I all to often take these for granted, much to my chagrin.
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Thanks! I tend to do the same…
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HI love your poems.
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thank you!
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Your poem was beautiful! It seems to draw a parallel to our relationships with others by using the medium of rain.
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Thank you!
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Why always couplets?
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I’m lazy, and form stresses me out. These are just little daily musings so I stick them in couplets and call it a day. If I ever return and edit them I might try to mix it up a bit!
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Makes sense.
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“to dampen as to muffle
not as to douse” …..money, money…what a riff
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