rain dribbles down
dirty panes,
catching oncoming lights;
spattering them
into myriad
starbursts.
dark, cold and wet,
there are rainbows
if she squints...
A contest entry
- movement inside the grey - 1/2 hour by Cat.
500 points, ended January 11, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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we are just getting over some storms....
great poem.
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Lovely nuances in this one Elaine. I love the pessimistic grey of the dribbling rain juxtaposed with the optimism of the 'rainbows..if she squints...'
PJ
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I do this sometimes...lovely indeed
Sometimes, we just have to make our own rainbows!!...
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This is lovely Elaine - and I loved the last line. And I love rain and storms. Liked the view here..and the mind over matter.
~ Nicolette
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I'm sick of the rain and cold and the rain and the cold
it's all a bit yucky and horribly dreary... and I feel the aching here.. that makes me wistful
sigh
damned good this, girl...
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Oh yes indeed there are.
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i loved the imagery. your last stanza was truly wonderful. "...myraid starburts" beautiful image/phrase. well done. good luck and thanks for entering.
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there are rainbows if she squints-
that is wonderful- i love that idea that if you set yourself up for it.. you can find the rainbows even in the grey..
some really nice alliteration in the opening stanza set the poem up well..
good to find you here
m -
purdy purdy.
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yay. i love the thought of rainbows in the grey. i love rain on windows. unless i have to go out...
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I like this. I'm always fascinated by the way light scatters through glass for me (reallllly bad eyes, I don't even need rain to find the rainbows.)
This is beautiful
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