Poem -
Rain Fell Dry
The Rain Fell
Dry
Images
held captive
in the mind
of a Poet
who's ink
lay
motionless
waiting
for the
medicine
to settle
in
soon.....
soothing
words
will flow
through
the fingers
Seducing
tranquility
to transpire
leaving the
reader
to partake
in
a
literary communion
allowing
the reader
and author
to become
one
to
poetic
prose
peace
love
becomes
the editor
and publisher
for the
world to
see
Comments
Is this you or the whiskey talking? Only kidding. Seriously though, this is a poem many (who enjoy writing) can relate to 😊 x
tina
the whiskey 😆
😂🤣😂🤣😂👌 x
Great write. I love the layed out structure and mention of u the poet and author and the reader in this 😁
First of all, Greg, there is a famous saying in Scotland. THERE IS NO E IN WHISKY. Right, now I've got that off my chest, Great poem, not deplorable at all. Beautiful words. Stay safe. Barry x
Barry
thank you but I come from Irish immigrants, so we do see the E in Whiskey lol
Looks like the ink is starting to flow again Greg, along with the whiskey( Welsh for whisky Barry😃)nice write 💕
I am Welsh, Marion, born and bred, and the Welsh agree that there is no E in Whisky. Barry x
Brilliant Barry...now you will be able to understand all the Welsh words I use like...brilliant and fab and 'there's lush' cos IV got to explain them all to lonely journey cos he is not from Wales 😃...😁💕
Well, there's lush for you.
Great...nice to.know you 'get it' lol 😬😬😊
Another great work.
i enjoyed the spot on
Explanation of the relationship
Between author, reader, and
Subject/Object.
You're quite the artist my friend.