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Summer Rain

I trace a pour along the field of woe As ireful winds gush onto rainfall’s doom; Boughs curling wet lobes; these eyes cast below On a marble stone where tears are endured : My heart begins to pray for summer’s glow To find relief from deep mist now obscured... Till heaven opens golden night, widespread Allowing hours with my child in graveyard’s bed. Contest of Dale Gregory Cozart: SUMMER RAIN STORM 9/3/2017
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Goff Avatar
September 4, 2017 at 7:48 AM
Interesting I stopped here on my journey, Nette...Pop has been gone 11 yrs this Sept. 8th...Mom & I were discussing via phone a few moments ago how we would remember him...a visit to mass, breakfast at his favorite restaurant and visit to his gravestone in our national veterans cemetery...thank you for this tribute poem!
Emu Avatar
September 4, 2017 at 5:02 AM
A great read from begining to end. So many memorable phrases contained within. Enjoyed this immensely. Regards, Craig
Mara Avatar
September 4, 2017 at 12:59 AM
A touching poem where rain is likened to gush of tears. Your language is one of a kind!
Inman Avatar
September 3, 2017 at 7:01 AM
With tears falling like rain, the pain of loss permeates your lovely write Nette.
Chakrabarty Avatar
September 3, 2017 at 5:34 AM
It's a privilege to be a reader of your poems."Allowing hours with my child in graveyard’s bed." is such a delicate and powerful imagery.Well done, Nette.Love.
Sivey Avatar
September 3, 2017 at 5:01 AM
Nette, this is an awesome Ottava Rima my friend! You have surely delighted me to no end by your incredible skill and creative words with this amazing poem! By the way, I'm still not healed yet my friend. I still have some pain, and things are looking good, but it's not healed just yet! It will take another 11 weeks for me to get back to normal! I just have some reading and writing privileges, but only for so long as it hurts my back to be on the computer (looking down) Awesome write, Great Work!
Sands Avatar
September 2, 2017 at 5:22 PM
This is beautiful Nette and the last line really reached me deeply. Well written and good luck in the contest :)
Pandit Avatar
September 2, 2017 at 5:01 PM
Hi nette--you always write such poetic lines--a lovely rhythmic creation. Do I sense a grief at the ending? Cheering for you to win!
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