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waterproof soul.



i remember
how water seemed to slip
between our naked soles

and umbrellas protected
our brittle tired laughs from
getting drenched.


but umbrellas are flimsy
like your half-a-day promises.


as wet grass tickles my toes
raindrops seep through my smile
plastering my soul waterproof

and i drink the raindrops
that dance on the edge of my tongue.

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  • Beauty Of Silence
    December 9, 2008

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    i knooow whooo (duhh)

    anyhoo... goshies, you're the best at creating such wonderful imagery. you play around with words so well, and the simileys are really great. they just paint such a gorgeos mental image in mind

    "as wet grass tickles my toes
    raindrops seep through my smile
    plastering my soul waterproof"

    i really liked this stanza. it stood out and omgosh... imagery imagery imagery. really powerful buddy!!! i love this poem, EMBRACE THE RAIN!!! lovely message... woot, and whats up with you and drinking the rain or tasting it or something like that? keep penning


  • Walk-Free
    December 9, 2008

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    aww. i only know one person that would give away her anonymity by saying 'guess who'.

    of course i'd recognise this brilliant piece of work to be yours, Char

    i simply love this

    "and umbrellas protected
    our brittle tired laughs from
    getting drenched."

    i know this feeling all too well.

    amazing job bravo