today the rain came trotting up the avenue
crow-hopping down my sidewalk
cantering across my crocuses
stampeding through my vegetable garden
splashing figure-eights in my bird bath
sliding zig-zags down my foggy window panes
galloping across my tin roof
I snuggled deeper under the weight and warmth of the blanket
and dreamed of once-upon-a-times by the light of the fire
and all the once-upon-a-whispers
a long rainy time ago.
splashing figure-eights in my bird bath sliding zig-zags down my foggy window panes galloping across my tin roof and I? ............
I enormously admire this wonderful poem... fantastic! !
I am tickled to hear such enthusiasm in a comment! ! ! thank you Dillip! ! ! ! !
Your this poem made me feel much cosier and to dream further. This is really beautiful.
Nostalgic poem, It rains in the mind
Now that, Suresh, is a very poetic comment! ! ! !
and dreamed of once-upon-a-times by the light of the fire and all the once-upon-a-whispers a long rainy time ago. We can see here 2 different images: Animated poetic images of things around us and static images of the poet. I know The crow here is completely different from Edgar Poe's crow. But Why did the poet take this particular picture?
ah, not a reference to the bird so much as a reference to the gait of the rain resembling a crow-hopping horse [rather gentle bucking of a horse- easiest buck to stay on a horse with]. I can see how that must have been confusing to set down in the middle of a pleasant cheerful poem! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Susan! ! ! ! ! ! Wow! ! ! ! ! Been so wrapped up in personal troubles have been delinquent in checking in here and reading. Am so glad i decided to saunter on over. You my dear are such a delight to read...as your views on most anything-from acts of nature, to the many challenges we are faced with day to day, are written with such a brilliant use of words and form...that you create a picture- your descriptions are like actual paintings...with views of the rain on your ave, or in your crocuses, bird bath or window pain. Dancing, yes, this poem was dancing-it tapped it's way straight into m heart and into the very happy memories tucked away there, of rainy days in Seattle, the fireplace, the happy coziness of it all. Thank you sweet friend for raising my spirits once again. Totally touched by this happy word painting that you have shared with us. A million thank you's, Master Poet! ! ! ! 10+++++++++++++. A keeper! ! ! !
Theo, I am distressed to hear that troubles have taken over your life to such a worrisome extent- you know I will pray for you A LOT. I thought you'd been sporadic as well as missing lately.You are missed when you are not around. Now to your gracious comment! Wow! ! ! I am glad to be a light in your life, that you find good cheer and a trip back to better times in some of my work. I must admit that I had fun with this poem- -I released horses galloping, trotting, crow-hopping etc. through this piece just cuz it felt so good to hear them. I am tickled that it brought you such joy up there in Seattle. A million thank you's for all the supporting words and heart-felt compliments, Poetess! I hope this poem shines a happy light for you whenever you need a bit of cheer! That would mean a thousand 10's to me if it did that for you, my friend.