Better weather, that's all I ask for.
The sky is constricted, grey and drear,
through my narrow window of despair,
as I founder in the wake of stormy love.
Love is what I need, but I will settle
for a human smile, a kind word
and (please God) better weather.
Author notes
"The hand held between lonely."
A contest entry
- Between by Pamela A Lamppa.
1750 points, ended October 28, 2008, 23 entries
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Please tell me what you think
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Very clear and compelling poem. It reads very well and I would smile for you now!
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This poem has charmed me. It is unique and fresh; earthy and human. Your metaphor - splendid. You grabbed these prompts and pressed their human hands to our hearts.
Wonderfully creative. A pleasure to read and enjoy. Thank you for such a splendid entry. Best of luck in the judging. ~Pamela
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A brionglóid that tuigim. A very álainn write chara. very álainn. full of sweet heartfelt emotion. Good luck in the contest.
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Melancholy defined...
Best of luck in the contest!!! 
Peace, cyn
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Liked the metaphor in this meaningful little melody. Sometimes it's a cloudy day but still the sun shines through, with a plea for better weather we'll see beyond the grey and drear and once again have love, sweet love, near, to weather the weather together m'dear.
Felt that floundered aswell as foundered could work within weather report.
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A smile and a kind word I can offer, but the weather isn't down to me...a heart felt write
All the best
Sue
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Clear in its metaphor and feeling...
I like the inference of plea-bargaining
with the powers that be. Blue
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I feel this, like my own pulse. Beautiful my friend, and all the best.
mj.
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