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I have a Purpose

I was born in heaven, within a grey shroud
A living wonder, an answer to prayer
My life has a purpose, I feel so proud
The sky is my home, I don’t have a care
When drifting about, I pass through a cloud
I’m carried by wind and fall through the air
When the leaves catch my fall I softly stop
This is the life of a simple raindrop

 

 

 

 

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Ottava Rima
An Ottava Rima is a poem written in 8-line octaves. Each line is of a 10 or 11 syllable count in the following rhyme scheme:
one octave poem. abababcc

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  • penman gold member
    January 16, 2008
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    Excellent

    Oh my what a skillful and creative us of the form. As usual so well done.


  • ellipsist
    January 13, 2008

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    I like how this is one octave and that, within this one octave, an entire life transpires and I like that the span of said life is an octave... even that aspect, the concept of this poem, is poetic...


  • Peteskid gold member
    January 8, 2008

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    very rich imagery, so surprising at times, a delight to read and consider the delicate softness here...so very well done...PK


  • Ellis gold member
    January 7, 2008
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    Most Charming

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  • Cerulean Sunrise gold member
    January 7, 2008
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    Nothing simple about that rain drop..
    Wonderful!

  • Virginia Logsdon
    January 6, 2008
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    This is so magical and lovely!


  • micol
    January 5, 2008
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    This has the feel of an Old English riddle poem--a series of images that narrow toward the revelation of identify. The choice of stanza is apt; it gives the poem a sense of tradition and heritage that the subject warrants. Well handled. Best in the contest.


    • Amera gold member
      January 5, 2008
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      Old English riddle poem? Who wrote those or where can I read some?

      • micol
        January 5, 2008

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        No one knows the author(s). About 100 riddles were preserved in Anglo-Saxon, in a ms. at Exeter Cathedral, now known as the Exeter Book. No one even knows for sure what the answers; apparently the riddles were well enough known to the transcriber that he didn't bother with answers. Each translator suggests answers; sometimes they even agree.

        The riddles are marvels of sometimes compact, sometimes diffuse metaphors, puns, and other verbal play.

        One list is at; http://www.technozen.com/exeter/. just Google "Exeter Book" and you can find some other translations and versions of answers.

        Bilbo and Gollum and their riddle-game in Lord of the Rings (both book and film) are straight out of the Anglo-Saxon tradition.


  • StarEyes
    January 4, 2008

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    A simple rain drop...... A Rain Drop Kiss Well that is what I think of when I think of rain. Thanks for some wonderful memories..

    Best of luck in this contest!

    and love

    Nyetta


  • And Hyetal
    January 4, 2008

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    Aww, this is so cute! I love the descriptions of the little raindrop. I hope you do well in the contest!!!

    Always,
    Cassie


  • sunny day
    January 4, 2008

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    This is so lovely. You have personified the raindrop in such a heavenly fashion. I can feel a soft rain so warm and cleansing. The rhythm and rhyming are superb as always leaving it to flow effortlessly from the page to my heart. I'm left feeling so peaceful from your words. I just want to stand in a warm spring shower as the sun shines upon me. Thank you for sharing another of your masterpieces with all of us and best wishes in the contest. Kudos for this wonderful piece. Love you my friend, Joyce


  • blueyez
    January 4, 2008

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    oooooooooooo I soooooooo loved this! how beautiful!!! The ending is amazing!


  • cricketjeff gold member
    January 4, 2008

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    My brothers and sisters were dancing with me
    Always waltzing and playing together
    Up in the clouds we all longed to be free
    And released by the warm summer weather
    Playfully plunging and splashing with glee
    Unconfined by the clouds sternest tether
    Finally landing and flowing to Earth
    'til sunshine and wind take me up for rebirth

    Or being English perhaps I should have replied in rhyme royal

    Glistening daughter of precipitation
    Born in a cloud far above Mother Earth
    By chance a dust speck allowed my creation
    Slowly and steadily grew from my birth
    Until to a farmer I will prove my worth
    Refreshing and blessing the crops in his fields
    With my brothers and sisters increasing his yields

    I wish I hadn't started this!
    Nice poem and you clearly were in the mood to write!


  • Mairi bheag gold member
    January 4, 2008

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    It is almost like a riddle, a guessing game, you know the kind of thing -

    "My first is in hat, but never in coat"

    It works really, really well.

    • Amera gold member
      January 4, 2008

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      Finding your signature on one of my poems is like finding that small unwrapped gift under the Christmas Tree. Thank you so much. I sincerely hope your muse comes back soon. I miss your poems.


  • grannyeri gold member
    January 3, 2008

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    This works so well using this form - loved the description of the rain drop, waited till the end to say what it was - good. Liked the flow rhythm, rhyme as well. Very easy to read and understand what you share in these lines. You make it look so easy to write this. Have never tried, but might give it a go soon.


  • Rose Angel gold member
    January 3, 2008

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    Such a spiritual definition full of imagery of yourself, dear, and so unlimiting in thought, of we as human spirits, that never die! So beautiful, lovely niece!


  • PerVirtuous
    January 3, 2008

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    Beautiful... I love this! An excellent example of the form and a wonderful story. Short, sweet, and beautiful.

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