you cannot read my words
anymore: neither now nor tomorrow
I cannot stop writing
a stumbling dream cries
out! out! out!
"tears come when it rains
it rains because I am sad"
forcing trembling chords
to quiver their silent why's
and my heart pours
euphemisms of sorrow:
I see your semi-smile
in the halfmoon hinging
my soul to its half
to simulate a whole
I hear your mourning song
in the heraldic flute
of dawn in the slung
of heart's singing sun
I smell your promised bouquet
in the fragrance of midday
and laughter discovers
young bodies in hay
"it rains because I am sad
tears come when it rains"
out! out! out!
a stumbling dream cries
I cannot stop writing
anymore: neither now nor tomorrow
you cannot read my words
2007/4
Author notes
*1. Inspired by the poetry of DK akaLunaticSerene http://allpoetry.com/DK%20akaLunaticSerene
Inspirational Poem: http://allpoetry.com/poem/2436459
rain and tears (haiku)
tears come when it rains
it rains because I am sad
rain comes when there's tears
*I used options 1 to 5 -- it just happened that way. Not only did I reflect upon this poem, I also used two lines in quote, and I then wrote my own poem on it. I also used one of the backgrounds of DK, thank you in advance!
*Background: DK http://allpoetry.com/list/33073-Beautiful-Images
In a list
A contest entry
- Echoes and Reflections by DK akaLunaticSerene.
700 points, ended January 12, 2007, 19 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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congratulations
heartfelt congratulations, dearest myra, on winning gold for your beautiful poem.
much love
maa
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Awestruck!
This is such a fleshing out of my intent with the haiku you used, yet it has gained exponentially, so beautifully portrayed the cathartic essence and the symbiotic relationship of rain and tears striking and extraordinary! Very well done poet@!! Good Luck!****
xxoo
dk
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Thank you so very much for the gold!
Coming from you, it leaves me utterly thrilled!
Your haiku with its incredible orbs within orbs reflected both sorrow and rejuvenation. I am honored to be part of a collaboration with a poet of your level of sensitivity. 
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I hear the echo of your sorrow. This reader can not help but read your words. Understanding them enlightens and inspires me. Good luck in the contest.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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You always do ...
hear and understand. Not only a magnificent reader, but also a compassionate writer. For you I can write endless verses and know you find delight in them.
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Excellent
I found this to be quite interesting and very soulful, You have created a master piece of tangled words that reach out and grab you. Write on poet
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Oh Symbol of Peace in War ...
how you remind me of the shadedness of All ... Every single time I see your username, it confronts me with a reality outside my own. Yet: we are connected by His Language of Love.
Thank you for reading me with such loyalty. May you find much love inside mere words, especially for you, too.
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wow i love this so much its amazing and the flow is just great my favorite part is
I see your semi-smile
in the halfmoon hinging
my soul to its half
to simulate a whole
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Strangely enough, M ...
... I also happen to like that part best ... It says so much of my emotional setup right now. I guess my Muse has inside information
Thank you for reading and commenting -- I appreciate it sincerely.
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Such poetic beauty that emanates from you, i am never disappointed after reading your work, finley crafted piece of poetry here. and extreme joy to read
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I so love it when you enjoy my work!
For you are wise and carry your own poetic talent with eloquence. Thank you for inspiring me to write sharp, vivid imagery. Clichés can be so very tiring.
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There isnt a one that i have not enjoyed
they are all awsome
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ah inspiration, it flows into us at anytime, a poem read, a dream remembered or envisioned. the rain. a good piece here, flowing just like the rain. spill ink and twist me into the crazy shape of love...
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Intermingled dreams and colours ...
my poet-artist-friend Ian, formed creation! We are all part of His Poem and YES YES YES: we have to splash our small particle of blue, red, green or purple on his golden canvas with glee and with passion!
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Outstanding
I do not know what to say when I read your work. I always find myself sitting here completely stunned for a few minutes, but eventually it comes to me. I want to show my favorite lines this time and tell you why this piece touched me so deeply.
you cannot read my words
anymore: neither now nor tomorrow
I cannot stop writing
a stumbling dream cries
out! out! out!
"tears come when it rains
it rains because I am sad"
forcing trembling chords
to quiver their silent why's
and my heart pours
euphemisms of sorrow:
Trembling chords quivering is just such a delightful turn of phrase. Also equating the rain with tears from the heart really touched me. The way you used words like mourning to effect double meanings also showed exceptional skill.
You are an outstanding poet Myra. I really loved this piece. I almost got the feeling that the message here is even if no one reads or feels the words we write, there is still the compulsion to write the emotions and life around us. I might be wrong, but this is what reached inside and got a hold of me when I read this.
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Isn't it wonderful ...
how we just CLICK into meaningful relation? Yes -- this is amongst other things about the fact that the writer may be inspired often by Love, but should Love leave for some reason, or being PERCEIVED as lost, the true writer cannot stop writing, just as the unnoticed orchid deep in the dense forest cannot refrain from blooming ... Thank you for reading my soul.
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And would we ever want you to stop the beautiful words that echo from your pen and your heart. This is a lovely poem of infinite flow and carries you away from the now to the tomorrows. Thank you for sharing again your words.
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Ah Poetess ...
Sorrow caught in tears, and stored in soft sculpted containers and urns of love ... indicative of the womb. This background inspired me greatly, together with the words of the haiku. I could feel the colours and the soft curves, marble and glass, and gentle and free-flowing purples and blues and greens and ocre ... sand colours and skies earthed. What is this but poetry in motion? We are all on the colour wheel of God: spinning, spinning, spinning into soft spirals of ecstasy ...
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