When it rains
Roads, trees, houses, birds
Fences, lawns, porches, terraces
Flowerpots, climbers, flowers, windows
Words, books, poems, conversation
Dreams and faces
Sun and shades
All get wet
Memories are inundated
Life spans turn into ephemeral moments
Dry eyes are filled with water
(and are washed clean)
When it stops
Winds start blowing.
nice poem... my fav lines..... 'Dry eyes are filled with water (and are washed clean) ' genious! +10
WOW I got the picture hmmm, nice poem, good thinking good job....CHEERS hahahaha keep it up...
like denuded life of a man....the essence of what is life.....a high hope and prayer that such a wonderful poem be part of poems in every books read in school... thank you and God bless your poem....a 10 +++++
Rain paints tears on the windowpanes of the soul. A beautiful write. Warm wishes for your poetic journey wherever it might take you. Always your friend, Sandra
and washed clean to be deleted. good poem though. more few lines will be great. the poem stops suddenly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes I like this because the form is unique or uncommon. Nicely written and clear.