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Darkness falls in waking hours
The sun-parched landscape trembles
Heavy droplets bombard and burst
On contact with the arid earth
The ground remembers how to drink
A meagre few culminate
Become torrential, gold though late
Leaves remember how to dance
The skies descend,
Heaven reaches down to Earth
It’s been too long
The clouds are meek
They haven’t passed for months
In an attempt
To compensate
The shed their load at once
Though aching drought is gone
The rains will not endure
Though sodden grasslands thrive for now
The balance swings once more
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Author notes
The relief of a drought as a metaphor for forgiveness. Does the Earth forgive the sky every time?
In a list
A contest entry
- forgive me... again? by Dienush.
300 points, ended April 30, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - God will not prevent the storm, but He will help you through it. by Kooks.
300 points, ended May 14, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Loved it.
It was so real and metaphoric at the same time. (and it's really storming right now!) I love the rain and emotion put into this.
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Thank you for your entry. It has a beautiful metaphor and it is well sustained throughout the poem, yet I am unsure as to how far Hope can be seen as similar to forgiveness, but i still like the poem.
Good Luck in the contest -
Wow, this is a very vivid and creative metaphor. I love it. Thank you for entering my contest.
~Diana
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