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He sat on the dock on a rainy day,
this heron; little and green. He was
patiently fishing the cold, dark waters.
For now, his meal was a minnow.
This heron, little and green he was
in my mind, reminded me of someone else.
For now, her meal was small as a minnow.
I saw her in Nanaimo wandering the streets.
In my mind, reminding of someone else
I was startled to see how industrious she was.
I saw her in Nanaimo wandering the streets,
her shopping cart full of tattered belongings.
I was startled to see how industrious she was
searching the wet streets for her next meal,
shopping cart full of tattered belongings.
She seemed to have the patience of a heron.
For now, his meal was small as a minnow,
patiently fishing the cold, dark waters.
This heron, little and green he was...
he sat on the dock on a rainy day.
Rooted in this valley
We watched the sun fold her
petals
one by one into the navel of
the sky
Betraying us into an ambush of
shadows
Frightened we tremble as the
wind weeps through the trees
like a blind man's wife looked
outside on a rainy night
Time wound our heels
Time heals our wound
If we shall ever meet again,may
it not be on a moonless
night,that we not peer like
strangers into each other's face
May we meet instead under the
old crescent and transparent
smiles of the moon
That we may bend slightly
amidst silent smiles and
knowing nods in recognition of
the wrinkles of suffering and
dimples of smiles on each
other's face..
A simple trip to somewhere there
Can help sure grip to carefree stares.
A holiday away from home
Can bring new play in easy roam.
A ferry ride to a tryst brief
Can show a side that swallows grief.
A restive sway with sanguine thoughts
Can come your way as weather slots.
A rainy day to go away
To strange foray in ample stray.
A living touch can alter feel
To free as such the way time heals.
A dance of glee can soothe and swirl
A mindset free in trance and twirl.
A surge of zest can humour wit
As urge greets jest that fest now fits.
A simple quest to find some rest
Where foreign fest can fling new zest.
Leon Enriquez
19 December 2014
Singapore
Looking through the glass window
Visualizing in the dark clouds
Beside his lover’s bed
In a cancer department.
Comes back to her pallid face
He starts to whistle.
It’s a sweet loving song
That bound their young hearts
Since they were students.
The song of tomorrow’s life
Under the nice bright sky.
The whistling paused once in a while
By the memories of their graduation,
Wedding and honeymoon.
With watery eyes he goes on
Then he gently touches her face
Combs her hair with his fingers.
He watches over the gray rainy sky
Keeping on whistling
The same old one which she retold:
I love this song for my whole life!
"Anyone who says sunshine brings
happiness, has never danced in the rain."
Author_ Unknown
Rain begins with a single drop!
It washes away yesterday,
it is a melange potpourri;
refreshing and filling me with glee,
making me want to dance ballet.
Rain begins with a single drop!
Oh, listen to the falling rain,
it sings me a sweet lullaby;
of a deep healing from the sky,
taking away all thoughts mundane.
Rain begins with a single drop!
I love the rhythm of drizzle,
and the peaceful smell in the air;
the soft rain like an angel tear.
never will I find rain dismal.
Rain begins with a single drop!
The scent of falling rain lingers,
filling my soul with more than drops wet;
but with words to write this vignette,
for rain touched me with her fingers.
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November 10, 2022
Poetry/Enclosed Rhyme/Rain Waters My Soul
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1501-332-10
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Inspiring Rainy Days
sponsor, Sotto Poet, Judged 11/12/2022
First Place
The rain on this Fall day is like grieving,
over deaths and the end of innocence;
leaves fluttering away like the departed,
oh, but rest your heart for beauty awaits.
Feel the raindrops kiss your face with love,
see the beauty all around in all the hues;
the rain is washing away all the sorrow,
let it cleanse you and make you new.
Take a walk and listen to the music of rain,
it will turn your sadness into acceptance;
and your grieving into living your life,
letting go does not mean you did not love.
Let this rainy day calm your spirit and soul,
sit and watch it falling on your window;
nature is amazing and full of wonder,
find the beauty in rain- let go of the negative.
Autumn in our country occurs from September to November,
offering cooler temperatures, reduced rainfall,
and unique natural scenery, making it an ideal time
for outdoor endeavours and travel pursuits.
Though devoid of actual genuine Fall’s enrichment
I thank the Lord for His rich blessings’ best
in my country’s two-season fulfillment
where He offers me sweet peace and bliss’ nest.
Fall in our place offers a unique blend of natural beauty,
cultural experiences, and seasonal activities. Indeed, the Season's
attributes prove such: slightly cooler in the mornings, clearer light
for photos, and a rhythm that makes journeying feel smoother.
Though I yearn for Autum's crisp, chilly breeze
wafting scent of serenity thrill and blissful cheer
my soul is settled, thankful for tropical climate
offering fellowship warmth and faith ardor these rainy days
vanquishing oppressive blows of humidity.
In our Fall calendar in the Tropics, here are "Autumnless" offerings to enjoy:
lagoon paddling and island tours that include swimming stops and calmer bays,
boat day plans with time for a proper beach lunch, not just a snack,
markets for fresh fruit and simple souvenirs that feel personal,
sunset viewpoints where friends can talk, laugh, and take photos without rushing.
Hence, in my “Autumnless” exposure state
I find serenity of faith-prop in Christ’s warm embrace
lifting me when I fall, drawing me toward fellowship date
revived for reaching-out pursuits with His love and grace.
Written for a friend in mourning. Loss is a very personal thing. No one can grieve for you. No one can take away your pain or unbreak your heart. Only time, transmutation and healing can help. But nothing ever fixes things. The scar tissue just helps us a little bit whilst we try to survive and get by.
Hopefully, in time, we are able to see the beauty in the Universe again. Please try to remember to look up at the stars. Hugs and love.
I know prayers can't unbreak my heart
(I know wishes won't bring you back)
By Michelle Morris
08/12/2023
Today I pretended to be human
Just like the days before
Despite my heart being trapped in a cage
And my soul beyond Earth having fallen
For the loss of you weighs me down
Deep into the darkest abyss
There where no Light shines
There where monsters lurk
So much grief swirls around that place
So many memories can drown in tears
And long before we know it
Our heartbreak has thorns we fear
Prickly and difficult to handle
The roses of love and hope having died
Round and round the thoughts go
What more we could've done when they were alive
But the past is the past for a reason
We can't turn back the hands of time
And the future will never be golden
If we don't embrace the love in our lives
And still, I struggle with this every day
Because at the moment I'm still pretending
I know that the choices are mine
And maybe in time I will comprehend it
But life is a gift to each of us
I know this deep down in my soul
But while my heart is still broken
It might take a long time until I'm whole
There'll always be scar tissue that aches
On those rainy days when we used to dance in the rain
And until we meet again
I'll work on transmuting my pain
I know prayers can't unbreak my heart
I know wishes won't bring you back
But I will remember you every day
I love and miss you stacks
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Our life knows how many rainy seasons pass
If possible, let's love each other a lot
In this world, we only stop by
Walk for a while, don't stay for long.
Our life depends on flowers
Bright in the morning, light in the noon, falling in the dark
If possible, don't let the sun flip over
Living a life of misfortunes.
Our life is like a framed role
Can't avoid the cycle of Birth and Death
If you still breathe, let's love each other freely
Don't turn your back on the slope.
Our life is like a river
Everything flows out of the great Sea
I've lost my soul for decades
The place where the earth, sand, dust calls back.
Just waiting in line to register for college courses.
I did not relish such crowded coarseness.
Then, mon Dieux, my eyes fixed upon you, lost was I!
Your brown eyes, made me feel like I was flying in the rainbows
Of a star phantasmagorical sky.
No, I told myself, I was imagining such things...
But fate arranged our years together, beyond my limited imaginings!
We lived and loved together under sunny and rainy kweather.
We were somehow born to be soul-tethered.
Cooked quiche Lorraine, salads so divine amd kthe best part was,
at bedtime,
This old fashioned girl was thine, and totally shined.
You got me to attend the Old Town School of Folk Music and learned
to play guitar.
You introduced me to Second City, where I was to ibecame a minor
improvisational star.
We studied Baba Ram Das and went to sensitivity trainings.
My life with you was neither boring nor draining!
We blew weed and went to see the "Yellow Submarine", together.
Came out laughing so hard, we walked home in the rainy weather!
You gave me my first cat, Luvey, my first sweet Calico,
Hal, the fantastic, far-out life I had with you,was quite the show.
For my birthday, a book of great poetry ....Kahlil Gibran, so cool!
Thanks Hal, for loving me and never treating me like a fool.
I will forever hold you in my beating heart,
From my inner soul, there is a gem-filled Hal part!
With you, I was forever dancing on freshest air.
We were on the wings of time, a rare, loving special pair!
11- 13- 2020