Rain Falls Gently Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Rain Falls Gently

Rating: 5.0


Rain falls gently
in my mind

memory
a kite

running madly
about a sky

longing to be
free

the tug of the line
a heartbeat

your hand
on mine

fingernails clutching
drawing blood

as the kite
broke free

escaping our
control

us crying….laughing

”Run...run! ”
we shouted to it

as sensing
a change in the wind

it headed out
for France.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Empath In Flames 11 April 2008

Minds are ment to be free, If they don't have room to fly... Well, they get stuck in trees. Thank you for this relaxing read Donall.

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Flora Gillingham 11 April 2008

Wonderful metaphor. Love the tug on the line. What happens when a memory breaks free? F

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Stephanie Stamm 11 April 2008

Freedom is a wonderful feeling. I love how you wrote this...

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Scarlett Treat 11 April 2008

Uhhhnmmmmm! Delicious freedom...running, running, flying free...all the way to France...Wonderful feel of finally being off the string, and flying....free!

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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