Gathering Poem by Nosheen Irfan
Gathering
When the rain has rained
Down to its last drop
But the clouds still linger
Gathering more crystals of water
As if the world is still thirsty
Or the grief is still new
The clouds stand still
But abundant in their silence
Collecting, assembling
In the quietest way
The gift of crying.
The tender beauty of this poem is extremely moving and satisfying. It's just naturally felt, no explanation necessary, for great poetry is logic, denying but soul satisfying.
Rain adds colours to life awakening old scars becoming fresh wounds again.Abandoned love ripens again to pain.
you have written many beautiful poems through the years and I often think each one is the best till the next one arrives! ! !
the beauty in this poem deserves the highest recognition of poetic skill and poetic heart
Let it pour to let go of all the grief suppressed in your heart n soul. Beautiful poem.
2) so brief in words, containing an ocean of emotions. Lively imagery that communicates with the reader easily. Metaphors par excellence. Truly Nosheenic. Amazing
"The gift of crying"… so very true. It is real gift to be able to cry away the pent up emotions… Like rain-clouds gather more unto themselves, grief adds to itself until we could rain them off…so we are able to smile again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/29/2024 12:03:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow--it is so beautiful.Rain washes away the pain.