when rain falls, and storm has crushed
to silence wrought from gale and mud
your face gone
my soul respond
to silence wrought from gale and mud
when rain falls, and storm has crushed
when heart calls, and blood is rushed
to silent naught by fears that clutch
my soul respond
your face gone
to silent naught by fears that clutch
when heart calls, and blood is rushed
when rain falls, and night is hushed
to silent thought that softly touch
our faces drawn
by love reborn
to silent thought that softly touch
when rain falls, and night is hushed
Author notes
Prompt: 1. When rain falls ...
Form: My own -- MiraMirror
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A contest entry
- Line Prompt by crivanea.
300 points, ended October 28, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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i thought it was a form..wow...u made it urself...impressive..nice ..and it goes well w/ the title...
your face gone
to silent naught by fears that clutch
when heart calls, and blood is rushed
that was my fav. stanza..u did a nice job w/ this -
This is a very profound statement in a very complex form. I like it very much. Love gets reborn again and again and it is never old, is it.
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WOW! I love your form...it flows so well and the repeat line is perfect...what a wonderful deep write that stays with you...excellent in all ways...
Love,
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I had an image of a face at a window rain strewn in reflective thought.. very thoughtful take on the prompt and one I very muc loved Myra s Lib x x
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