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a brief shower fell earlier
that simmering Sunday summer morn
the air was dead and damp
a merry Methodist minister
was watering the grass
in the small churchyard,
next to the muddy graveyard in
the old part of our dying town
we walked slowly by
discussing!
no arguing!
to such an extent
grey squirrels were
peculiarly preoccupied and pointed to our noise
you finally, quietly but quickly
left me standing there
your foot startled a pool of water, by the curb
rippling down to the dark drain
I stared sadly silent ...slowly
blinking water from stinging eyes
that simmering Sunday summer morn
a brief shower fell again
*
A brief shower fell…
Wandika 3-4-2008
A contest entry
- Still Water by NurseChilly.
1750 points, ended March 18, 2008, 22 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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More than deserving of mention!!!
Congratulations!
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Hmm.
It is interesting to note that my minister is a Methodist minister. But then your poetry as I have come to know it reflects a part of you that is highly creative. This is another example.
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very very nice Jim.... you've captured the vibe that I wanted to see in this contest, which was to step away from the norm and give me something that I could read... and enjoy
well done and many thanks for entering
G.x
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What an excellent piece my friend you know my love of rhyme but i have to say having read this i can also see the beauty of other forms. A lost love perhaps ?it reads that way.what ever it has a sad tinge to it that makes it all the more poignant
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A very vivid sad write. So melancholy. Good luck in the contest.
Lady D
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Wow,
You capture the moment within the words you weave to beautiful verses. Thanks for sharing here brother, you are gifted with great talent, and a wonderful heart and soul.
Peace, bro Timothy
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