To the west near full night
Two banks of dark clouds lay,
The space between the palest,
Faded failing blue,
The scorched day waned
Into hot dry night
Respite from torment, above
Parched wilted green,
The high cloud fell
Upon the lower,
From which no rain was seen,
Virga cannot redeem.
Warm air movements
Slight soft breath of
A lover asleep at dream,
Where rain strung clouds,
Across the sky's open seam
Caressed the breeze and
Strummed silent songs to
A land on its knees.
Summer dreaming
summoning spirits
Up through the trees,
To stars but droplets
In a dry empty sea.
16/12/2002 revised 15/3/2012
I like your poem... But if you ask me deeply I would like to sit with the person Who invented that metaphor and analyze more... To reach his Deepest Sea...!
Drought? ? ? A dry land badly needs rain, but there is none, only in one's dreams. A beautiful poem, well written.
wonderful picture is in the poem! great imagination. i like the poem very much!
Like this! ! You pasting the shine at the edge of lines, make it shine from far away... shaping the nature and story very well to blend together in the mixture, and it creates a mixture of creativeness! _Unwritten Soul
A really great poem, really loved, and strummed silent songs, a fantastic line.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
''The high cloud fell Upon the lower, From which no rain was seen '' THE RAIN IS A METAPHOR IN THE POEM AND IT SIGNIFIES MANY POSITIVE THINGS, THE DRY ANOTHER METAPHOR ARE OPPOSITE OF RAIN, AND THEY ARE USED BRILLIANTLY, I LIKE THE POEM.