Thursday, October 27, 2011

A Poem Draft

Raindrops

Little children, tips of leaves
are dripping with the raindrops sweet
that drop yet from eternity
with sounds like little marching feet
that tap a patter, pat a beat;
so always when the gray sky grieves
percussive patterns interweave
its weeping teardrops falling free,
a rhythmic water-tapestry,
threaded, loomed, and tied up neat.

1 comment:

  1. Brigitte1:03 PM

    After such a rain, those raindrops hanging from the clothes line in the backyard are "the string of heavenly pearls" delighting eye and soul.  Your images of "the grieving, gray sky" and "a rhythmic water-tapestry" are as enchanting as well.

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