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Five Lines Drip

Standing in the pouring rain, I felt like a drip, The dark grey skies reflected my mood, A salty tear rolled down my face onto my lip, Tears and rain drops mixed, and I thought how rude To be stood up by the woman I’d wooed! * pure fiction For Sara’s Five Lines metaphor & similie contest

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Phyllis Babcock

Date: 8/7/2015 3:27:00 PM

Such a lovely write on this one. Nice flow but with a hint of sadness. What better wayt to cover the tears but with the rain. love phyl

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser

Date: 8/3/2015 3:18:00 AM

jack, this lovely with the imagery and your flow but the scene is sad!Happy week!~Olive Eloisa

Harry Horsman

Date: 7/9/2015 3:51:00 PM

Congrats Jack, so glad I've read this..i find it ever so visual, I see a bus stop in there somewhere, being able to relate to it....Wonderful poem just love it....

Joyce Johnson

Date: 7/7/2015 9:47:00 AM

Dear Jack, Thank you for remembering my birthday. I have been out of things with my broken arm and concussion so I haven't been entering contests or posting. Thanks for not forgetting me. I will have a nice birthday. My girls are coming to take me out. Love, Joyce

Scott Thirtyseven

Date: 7/3/2015 8:14:00 AM

Sounds as though she isn't a keeper. Just on the first line, I said something today that made me look stupid. Walking around in shorts and a short shirt I announced, "I'm feeling a little chilled today".

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/1/2015 11:09:00 PM

soupmail, my friend. Did I tell you I can't do hotmail this week?

Skat A

Date: 6/30/2015 10:54:00 PM

JACK Congrats, this is a sweet win. Love **SKAT**

James Tate

Date: 6/30/2015 4:23:00 PM

Jack, good job on the Five Lines Drip. Congrats.

Sara Kendrick

Date: 6/30/2015 3:19:00 PM

I am delighted that you entered my contest. All the entries were uniquely written and of good quality. I read your wonderful work and found it to be superb. Let me dry those crocodile tears.. Congrats on your win …Sara

Robert Johnson

Date: 6/30/2015 9:37:00 AM

It might be fiction, but certainly not unreal. :) Peace. Have a good week jack.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/29/2015 10:24:00 PM

ahhh,good to see the "drip" again!! Congrats. hey, Jack, I am able to do Soup but not Hotmail from my in-laws' house. Please if you are trying to write me, do it from here and not to hotmail! Hope you are liking your job. Luv, Andrea

Kp Nunez

Date: 6/23/2015 10:00:00 AM

The emotion jumped from the page to grab the reader! Such compelling 5 lines. Blessings for the contest, Jack. :-)

Eve Roper

Date: 6/18/2015 3:06:00 PM

I love your arrangements of words, even though it's pure fiction. 7 hugs eve

Nette Onclaud

Date: 6/17/2015 1:14:00 PM

drenched with fine images, jack.. keep it going, wow.. huggs

Emile Pinet

Date: 6/17/2015 11:02:00 AM

This poem presents a saddened viewpoint of a man experiencing a flood of emotions. Emile.

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 6/17/2015 10:03:00 AM

love the second line, good luck in the contest... luv p.d.

Shadow Hamilton

Date: 6/17/2015 1:16:00 AM

excellent Jack I can see you standing there drenched gl luck in contest hugs 7

Afolabi Muideen

Date: 6/17/2015 12:58:00 AM

Great penned dear poet, I love your write.........A.M.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/16/2015 4:49:00 PM

yes, a great similie, drip!!! I like this, Jack. good luck in her contest.

Joe Maverick

Date: 6/16/2015 3:57:00 PM

Well wrote Jack, Its all part of learning I suppose, and maybe you were cut out for better things.?

Paul Callus

Date: 6/16/2015 1:25:00 PM

Top marks for the content and rhyme, Jack! Somehow this reminds me of my poem "Scorned". We are both left with broken hearts!:) All the best, my friend. // paul

Constance La France

Date: 6/16/2015 11:43:00 AM

Jack, so nice to see you on the soup today and you have penned a beautiful poem for the contest, 7 and thanks for visiting my poem, decay