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Rain/Sun/Rain

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I find, always, when looking out

of your window, I can see

what has come, has gone and what

is yet to be.

Rain, sun, and rain, perhaps merely

a seasonal thing;

a tempest of sorts before the tide

unclasps its cling

on a battered shoreline.

 

Beyond the sea,

behind the smeared glass

a new dawn tempts me

to rouse you from your sleep;

whispering sounds like fragrances

soft, gentle, delicate to touch;

to smooth over

crumpled bedsheets.  And such

a day we’d make.

 

The storms of yesterday

had not long cleared;

time had passed and

our weary souls had only

affectionate rays, new to show.

Now you shift, beneath my song,

stir sideways, but

the clatter returns, soft now strong;

as you slowly wake.

2013Yesterday's Weather

◄ A Room, Midnight

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Mon 17th Mar 2014 10:51

You have a deft touch with diction, an ear for sound and the poetic sensitivity of seeing unusual relationships.

IMO, all good poets have a thesaurus at hand - you know - 'le mot juste'.

Line turns/breaks are also a major poetic skill and yours read well with both eye and voice .

<Deleted User> (11984)

Sun 16th Mar 2014 19:29

Inspiring!

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jeremy young

Sun 16th Mar 2014 16:01

A very delicate and well executed poem.

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