Rain falls, Earth’s poetry. Creating bursts of brightness and colour beneath its rhythmic cadence. Life.
It is, at times, disrupted by unruly winds that force it against the ground in pounding roars, building until it escalates beyond the gates of blood and bone.
But eventually it settles. The darkness thins to a sighing wisp that, for now, can float free of the weight it once bore.
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April is National Poetry Month. I don’t write poetry, but I do love to read it. So here is a short tribute to its beauty.
Very nice!
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Thank you!
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Beautiful imagery. I really struggle to write poetry, but appreciate it when it’s done well. I like this poem.
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Thanks! I’m not sure if this can be called a poem, to be honest. I consider it an almost-poem :D.
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I think maybe you’re not giving yourself enough credit. Poetry lives in the way we look at our worlds, and you have captured the earth’s weather and the soul’s weather very beautifully here!
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Thank you so much! I’m glad my words were able to convey the message I was trying to write. Your comment was heart warming. Thank you again!!!
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For someone who doesn’t wrote poetry, you acquitted yourself quite well with this. ‘Beyond the gates of blood and bone’ is a really great line.
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Doesn’t wrote, for Pete’s sake…doesn’t write, of course, is what I meant…
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😀 Thank you! It makes me happy to hear that. I suppose I have written a decent amount of prose poetry in the last little while. Hopping between that and flash fiction.
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Very evocative. I particularly like the phrase “escalates beyond the gates of blood and bone.” Shows the very immediate link between the human being and the forces “outside” 🙂
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Thank you! 😀
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What to comment
Which has not already been said
Yet comment I must
These words apply to this blog,
Not just this thread
For to feel the feelings freely brimming over the edge of my brain, pushed onward and up by the weight of your words brings me such a feeling of hope and goodwill that if I let my appreciation and thanks simmer above my keyboard and not flow through the interwebs to find their rightful place before your eyes and too-humble spirit I fear a part of me would be lost on my own inabiltiy to properly carry your inspirations forward into the immediate surroundings that make up my world; for the messenger’s message is only half present if the origin is not properly identified. From thought to thought.
Just a super weird/kinda creative (…creepy…?) way of saying sweet blog! I enjoy reading it.
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Heh, this is probably one of my favourite comments. Because with it you’ve encouraged me through the gift of words. Thank you! 😀
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What a lyric masterpiece. Every line brings rich imagery, and remains so condensed and controlled. Reading this aloud, one senses that this poem is perfectly at home behind a microphone as well as upon the page. Thank you for writing this.
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Thank you! I’m so glad you enjoyed it. It’s my pleasure to share my writing!
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The world is better for your doing so. 🙂
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You are too kind! Thank you again =].
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Thank you for liking my poem. You have a lovely blog!
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Thank you!
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Add a few calculated line breaks and this is a poem in itself. Bravo.
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Thanks! I would probably label this as prose poetry =].
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Your words are so delicate yet powerful at the same time. You have the rare gift of profound understatement.
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Thank you so much! Your words are so encouraging. 🙂
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You DO write nice poetic prose!! Lovely!
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Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it 😀
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Christine, I think you do yourself a disservice. This, among other ‘prose/poetry/creative’ offerings I have read here is pure poetry breathed out and experienced. It speaks heart-to-heart as all good poetry should. Thank you for your lovely creative work, for ‘liking’ my post and following my blog. I am honoured to do likewise. Happy writing! God bless you. 🙂 x
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Thank you so much! I’m touched by your words and encouragement. Thank you for taking the time to read my work.
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Love it!
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Thank you!
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My pleasure, dear Christine!
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