Soft tapping at my window
A guest has now arrived
Adorned in shimmering, sparkling splendor
Raindrops have come calling.
A smile eases onto my face
Slowly, cautiously
Taking time to taste the warmth
Grey skies can bring.
Heavy lashes, black as soot
Settle over clover green rings
As if to click a shutter
On grandad’s camera.
This is happiness
This is life at its best
This is what makes my heart whole
...what makes me alive.
Worn down pages
Dog-eared and discoloured
Fold and bend
Under my fingertips.
Breathing a sigh
Of pure and utter acceptance
I embrace each and every
Comforting, minuscule droplet.
The end of a chapter...
A grand finale;
Closing the curtains
On this perfect scene.














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xoxoxo Melanie
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i Love You<3. Period.
-The China Doll
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i Love You<3. Period.
-The China Doll
*~ChinaDolls13=Mine and =shutterbug13's joint photography account*
u chronicled the best moment of my life
thats all i can say...
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i Love You<3. Period.
-The China Doll
*~ChinaDolls13=Mine and =shutterbug13's joint photography account*
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xoxoxo Melanie
This is the sort of poem that makes people want to read--not only books, but poetry.
My comments regarding structure would be twofold. Firstly, while I understand the meaning of the fourth stanza, its last line should really be "This is what makes me alive." in order to preserve parallel structure. I do like the use of emphasis. Secondly, and this one is minor, I might distribute some more punctuation through the poem to make it easier to read. When I read poetry, if I can't read it aloud (and I usually do) then I try to literally read it vocally in my head, and punctuation is really important or I don't know how to phrase the lines in my mind.
(If that's weird, then so be it.
I'm not so sure the word "minuscule" belongs in the last line of stanza six. It sort of detracts from the significance you've built up with the imagery of the raindrop, even if it is accurate. The raindrop may be small, but the word doesn't fit with the enormity you place upon each singular droplet throughout the rest of the stanza.
Stanza five is truly genius. Those lines make the poem. For one thing, my friends, it is indeed a u! (I can't help being Canadian, it's like leprosy, it's catching.
I think I like this poem better than any of your others. I envy your poetic talent, and applaud the theme of the poem all the same. It's very remarkable how you've managed to sum up what a book on a rainy day can truly do for a person.
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