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June.18.2024
Raindrops Poetry Contest
Sponsor- J.c.B Brul

 

Raindrops

After an hour’s incessant rain, On this cloudless evening, With the face of the sky Washed clean, Globules of water have speckled the oiled surface, of leaves on arching trees. They glisten in the evening light, reflecting kaleidoscopic colors. Lying on my bed, curled up, as I look on, they quiver, dither, wobble and flutter. In their effort to balance precariously, each drop, rolling and spiraling flops down one by one, with a sad refrain- Flip… plop, flip …plop leaving ripples in the puddles below. In the deep hush of Nature, on this twilight evening, their distinct tinkling, falls as music to my ears!
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Kendrick Avatar
June 29, 2024 at 10:56 AM
Quite a nice winner. Yes, I agree that sometimes the sound of rain is like music to my ears. Way to go. Congratulations to you. Sara K
Alex Avatar
June 28, 2024 at 4:17 AM
"In the deep hush of Nature, on this twilight evening, their distinct tinkling, falls as music to my ears!" - A very beautiful poem as usual. Congratulations!
Ashley Avatar
June 25, 2024 at 7:05 PM
Dearest Valsa, I'm delighted to return with my heartiest congrats for your win in Jcb's contest. It was a pleasure to partake of this beautiful poem once again. Your artistry shines like the June sun. Warmest wishes my inspiring friend.. ~Susan
Goldsmith Avatar
June 25, 2024 at 9:05 AM
Back with Congratulations on your win. I enjoyed reading your wonderful "Raindrops" write again. Yes, raindrops are like music to my ears...  Have a wonderful day with your win..............
George Avatar
June 22, 2024 at 6:32 PM
The rain sure is many things. A gambler and a friend. It brings calm and chaos. The only thing I get scared of is thunder. I've been meaning to dance in the rain. To feel connected to it directly but the wind and cold wouldn't let me dare. Hahaha. "In the deep hush of Nature, on this twilight evening, their distinct tinkling, falls as music to my ears." A soothing sound.
Ashley Avatar
June 19, 2024 at 7:26 PM
Dearest Valsa, soulful poetess, I'm enraptured with the beauty of these moments after the rain shower. Your golden pen captures the serene, symphonic serenade of left-over rain drops "flip...plopping" into puddles below with lovely appreciation for Nature, expressing it with shining poetic finesse. Indeed, your vivid, sensory yet tranquil imagery brings me to this place where the left-over raindrops "distinct tinkling, falls as music to my ears" too! Sumptuous and splendid poetry, my sweet and wonderfully gifted friend. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan
Onclaud Avatar
June 19, 2024 at 12:28 AM
you are reeling with a fountain of images...I savor your kind of rain, salsa...blessings!
Dietrich Avatar
June 18, 2024 at 7:52 PM
Wow this is a beauty. Sure to score high!
Rolland Avatar
June 18, 2024 at 4:25 PM
so delicious poetry, you made rain alive, enjoyed yann
Goldsmith Avatar
June 18, 2024 at 12:41 PM
I enjoyed reading your "Raindrops" write. I love to hear the rain. "Good Luck" We both did this one. Have a great/blessed day writing away..................
Poet Avatar
June 18, 2024 at 12:08 PM
Dear Valsa, A lovely poem that evokes the calm serenity of nature following a rainstorm by describing the sights, sounds, and sensations brought about by the rain's descent on the leaves. You employ sensory language and strong images to transport the reader to another world. To enhance the sensory experience and create a mental image of the setting, adjectives such as "glisten," "kaleidoscopic colors," and "tinkling" enhance this poem.
Narain Avatar
June 18, 2024 at 10:17 AM
Nice. Raindrops evoke poignant feelings.
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