Wet Rain
Wet Rain
Knocking on my
window
pane like a visitor to my door,
It’s
been so long since last
you visit, I don’t know you anymore.
Rain,
rain wet and so wild, how
sporadic, you remain to be,
You came
and shed, your tears
of joy and how quickly do you flee.
The
chirping of lonesome crickets,
as they chirp their songs outside,
Singing
tunes of enemy
warnings, prompting others, to hastily hide.
The
glimmers of moon light lay dormant,
on shutters and window pane,
As dark
clouds form over cover,
lay waste to, sudden torrential cold rains.
Droplets
of water, like well
trained soldiers, falling from my ceiling above,
Falling
one on top of the other,
like the pounds of passionates, making love.
Jim
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very fine write Jim. i really like this kind of poetry.keep it up.
bye
rochishmon
Sorry for a so extremely late response Rochish and the comment is well appreciated from a talent such as yours...
Jim
i love this jimmy i never thought of the rain this way.you are inspiring me again.just a little drop can cause a whole new perspective on things tina
Hello Sir Jimmy,
What a gorgeous poem, i feel every drop of the rain inviting me to dance in the imagery you so elegantly present in this poem,, i take this one as a gift to me, for i am a big fan of the rain, and your poem.
On another note, i love how you are flowing with creativity, i was reading all your post, one more meaningful than the other, and i must say i am jealous of your outer body experience, i have had similar ones in the past, but its been too long and i wish to experience it again, but it isn't happening. Let me know if you have any tips.
Cheers
Shirley
Ms Tina and Lady Shirley,
I must have really been out in LaLa-Land for a while and so sorry for the response being so late to you both, your comments are very well appreciated as always, whether it is a one liner or many.
Thank you both/
Jim
Mrs. (Shah),
When i started to read your superlative comment, i had to look and see, to whom the comment derived, (Me), what has introduced this knowledge of reading the (Tarots) or even dreams in this manner?That was great, i almost thought i would have to pay for this reading, due to the expertise delivery....Shah that was very good, have you ever read the meaning of dreams before, if not, i think it is something you need to really start interjecting in your comments...This, in which you have privileged to me, was as professional as professional could ever get.Why would i pay for a reading, when you exist and all that you said, was perfect....You allowed me to see and implement, what works best for me.....You i will never forget and always will thank you, for being you...(Sometimes we derive our pleasures in life, from assisting others,which inturn allows the path to our destination, more clear and a lot more rewarding, once it has presented itself to us all. Something you and Shirley instilled in me....)
Thank you dearly,
Jimmy
lovely write x
Hello sir,
the poem has a rhythm as the rain has, starts from the light then gradually to heavy ,like wise the poem starts simply and develops little by little , well done.
My dear Susan and dear friend Sayed, sincerely had my head tucked in the sand to not have acknowledged the both of you and i am ever so apologetic, to you both..
Kindest regards,
Jim