silent rain

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this morning is lonely and gray
the rain streaks over cold glass
mist snakes down the mountain
the world is darker....

there is no consolation
in my hands.

birds are still in the tree's
unnaturaly subdued and silent
they know this is no day to fly

spring blossoms are spent
their fallen petals
resign to the orchard floor
the tree's wait for the pregnacy of summer
and the deliverance of fall

the cat creeps
stealthy and silent
looking for it's hidden prey
wet fur streaked with hunger
nothing more than a shadow in the tall grass

black water rippled with cold rain kisses
cattails hide even the ducks today

silent as a stick
fishing for it's breakfast
the zen Heron
is waiting....

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ohhh_liviaohhh_liviaabout 16 years ago
cliche.... cliches...

The first two lines are awful, I agree with the number boy. However, he was being very kind in his review of this piece. Have you ever heard of the notion, "show, don't tell"? YOU are telling us about the whole situation here. Overall, a barely boring piece of work.

And, while on the subject, why did you place an apostrophe in the word "tree's"? You are showing it as possessing nothing, so why the added punct...

this poem is not really worth the read...

twelveoonetwelveooneabout 19 years ago
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The first two lines gotta go, or bury 'em elsewhere, however, the last four - nothing better. Now what is inbetween, nice and clean.

Stongest lines at the beginning and end if possible.

nice work

Bridget69Bridget69about 19 years ago
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Nice atmosphere and images.

Wanton VixxxenWanton Vixxxenabout 19 years ago
I love the sound of rain...

even in its silence. You always take metaphors and descriptives to stratospheric heights and this poem is by no means an exception, Sabina. This piece will linger with Me as My silent companion through rainy Spring here in Pennsylvania. Just beautiful!

Vixxx

My Erotic TailMy Erotic Tailabout 19 years ago
wisdom of the Heron

I love this poem~ Thanks for sharing this wonderful write! simply awesome~ Art~

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