Blessings pour
from overflow
of purest crystal fountain
and heaven's harvest
falls in plenteous baskets
of carefully tended fruit
spilling abundance down.
But often rain
or storm's refreshing
puts on the guise of thirst,
and cornucopic shower
seems naught but emptiness.
What then?
Want serves to rid
us of umbrellas.
In a list
A contest entry
- Quickie, 60 minutes, 15 entries, 50 Words. Beat The Clock! by Cupcrazy.
550 points, ended October 8, 2007, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Lovely!
This is a beautifully written poem with a strong spiritual message. I feel like saying, "Let it rain!" after reading this. Nicely done. Thank you for sharing this with me.
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Amazing
I am so amazed at your poetic brilliance and spiritual genius that shines through all your work. 10,000 kisses to you!
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Perfect title. Lovely, descriptive first stanza and line. Contrasts brightly with second stanza, and presents the thought to be pondered "What then?"
Love your sum-up, and the picture of hurried humanity out with umbrellas to 'protect' them from appearing too much in heaven's debt...Great poem for reflection!
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Oh I know what serves to rid umbrellas....snow!!! brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.........
Lovely poem that simply spills great images.
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Beautifully written, loved it, hugs, Bunny
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