Outside rain plays its prolonged summer song.
Gray windowpanes record earth's silent cry.
Faint light is just a whisper caught by time,
Words spare and elegant, long lost in space.
Fingers are warmed by what a mood can make.
Touch is as delicate as filigree.
Wind blows the candle of our landscape out.
It takes us, Friend, where all old raindrops go.
Your elegant will not be lost, and the line about where all raindrops go for some reason make me think of Jesus telling Peter, when you were you you went where you wanted to go, but one day you will be taken where you don't want to go. God Bless always my poet friend, Uriah
nature ha so many wonderful and beautiful sounds i only we stop and listen, , , your words show the pleasantness and pain we may feel when the skys are gray and the rain falls, , , , , sometimes it is a beautiful thing and others, , sadness rains down or loneliness perspires fom the sky, , , , a pleasure always, , , , blessings...Cecil
A masterpiece of metaphor as unpredictable and mesmerizing as the effect of oil on water. You capture both sadness and joy in this lyrical aria to life. Your final couplet sings. love, Alison xxxx
Fragile and beautiful words about the fragility of life itself - very moving, Sandra. Rain in summer may oft be a blessing, leading to more blossoms. - Will
[MMMMMM]… Mellifluous… Mellifluent… Mellisonant… Melodious… Metaphor…Ma’am Ms. Nivedita UK
Dear Sandra, I loved reading this poem! We are now facing the Delhi summer! The most trying months will be june & july due to humidity! Delhi normally does not get enough rains, because people cut the trees! I saw your face for the first time on 'Bologi.com' poetry section! An authentic beauty of a face painted by time, and those eyes showering loving grace! WITH BEST WISHES, - Raj
There is so much in this poem...and not a bit of it predictable. Amazing. N
another elegant write from one of the best poet here in PH.And your writes are worth visiting and reading.Glad i found you and your lovely and caring words. Hugs, Meggie
Wind blows the candle of our landscape out. It takes us, Friend, where all old raindrops go ................................................................... Brilliant minor...Sandra... 10................................ Rindest regards, rsira
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another delicately melancholy piece of very musical writing, Sandra.