did you pray for rain old woman?
opening your bosom to the greying skies
a flash of white
bright vivid sky
the line of water follows
every curve and crevice
what is age
inside this smallness that begs
to the fingered parts
a roar comes
after the claps across the road
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Ah!!!
"after the claps across the road"!!
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and we finally got some rain here...i love this.
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thunder. lightning. no flash in the pan pome here! i love the way you always render the internal world of emotion with the pungent colors of mother nature, the vital elements of both worlds clasping together in your writings. it feeeels sooo goood. eh? thank you. -silverfish
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skintight metaphor
Love the slow and steady way the weather comes in this lean piece.
Tom
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our bodies, a vessel that carries the intangible self, but oh how we reflect ourselves in it, value and assess so much of life this way...brilliant insights here...PK
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i love poems that begin with a question. and this one is so... spoken language. love that.
a flash of white
bright vivid sky ... hehe that's so good
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old women should never stop praying for rain!
a great poem.
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something wicked this way comes...
very good Gilly girl. winks
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vivid
got caught in the rain
soaked, whata pain
take an umbrella next time
avoid doing the same
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Ahhh, another worthy piece spills from the pen of one of AP's mightiest voices of thunder. Gorgeous, Gill. 
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