Steam rises from
Cooled sidewalk panes
Dried and cracked under searing summer sun
After the rain
I knelt down to touch concrete
Red eyed in agony
And breathe deep warmed oxygen
Rising to disappearing rain clouds
The earth sighs heavy
To tears of her atmosphere
A drought has broken
On hard thirsty soil
And my soul is quenched:
Author notes
I need it to rain, and so break the drought in my soul.
A contest entry
- Unique and Flowing by OnlyOneLifeToLive.
402 points, ended October 11, 2007, 11 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
what did you feel?
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truly poetic...
beautiful metaphors on your insights about the "rain"... lovely, lovely, lovely...
it makes rain so special now... its no longer just drops of water. I can see the imagery. truly deserving for a trophy.
cheers and have a good one!
-Blanche
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this is really beautiful, real nice imagery :-) congrats on your trophy and thanks for the comment!
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What a beautiful metaphor! Congrats on earning a gold in the contest.
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Great job! This poem is exactly what I have been waiting to read! I really love this poem and I thank you so much for entering this into my contest.
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thanx for the kind comment. I haven't been writing much, but this one just kinda flowed out of me. I was actually dreaming of better times in the near future, when I wouldn't be struggling so much with ...well, life...lol...so I suppose the rain is symbolic of peace or rest. you decide!
-Pap.
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This a great poem, you've done it agai
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