I want to dance
In the rain,
Waltzing through puddles
As I sing,
A haunting air
To the storm-laden skies
While a symphony
In my head,
And perceive it
As a bond
With all of those here,
And dream Poetry.
Oh, but will I?
So, I'm noticing a trend with your pieces. I Love every one I read! Why is that???
This touched me. I live in the absolute best place to dance in the rain- partly because we have a lot of it. Partly because we have different kinds of it.
This piece spoke to me of the sensory overload that I feel when I am being creative. All else fades and I can focus on one thought, feeling, or belief. Much the same way that you can feel all the parts of your body if you lie down and hold still in a drizzle.
I think you are bonding well. I think you have a beautiful mind that produces many touching pieces. I am glad you are here and posting your work!
This is a difficult poem to critique, because you have shown a great deal of care in your language – spare and precise. Surely it can’t be perfect...yet all I can find to critique is a piddling point: Would not “with” have been more accurate than “to” (“all of those here”)? Other than picking this nit, I cannot find a flaw (perhaps my limitation, rather than your skill?). A truly lovely poem, with great language, and well-chosen line breaks. I have read some of your other poems, and this is by far the best. Thanks for the write. fred
Of course you can do what you want, in poetry I believe anything is possible. This seems to come "write" out of the heart. Honestly I love this peice. You seem to create your own little world within poetry. This is life to you, poetry. Rain/water is often used as a metaphor for life, but then you create a bond to poetry, just great. This is a good write and I am glad you shared it. Thanks for the read, PEACE.
wow nice poem.. i can kinda imagine you dancing in the rain.. from your nice picture. reading others poems is kindof like living there dreams for a moment.. (thats if they arent about angst or loss or watever) And i like your dreams here.. i dig nature, and the feelings it brings.. thanx for this shanu
Yes, you will dance under the poetic sky you have created... because all of us here wouldn't have it any other way... My dear lady we have created this world of poetry with it's seas and forests, from it's webs and pit falls to it's mountain tops so that everyone here with the passion to may bask freely within the whole experience... I very much loved how this poem seemed to poor directly from your heart to paper without lingering to be personaly critiqued in yer mind... it was very free, very beautiful and i enjoyed it very much... From one poet to another, i'm very glad you posted this piece cause it said so very simply yet so beautifuly how we all feel... as poets we all have the desire to find the beauty in simplicity... to be free to wallow in the emotions of living... yes this poem said so much... take care my dear friend... and i dig the new picture up there, very lovely...
the desire to dance with the muse, hear her symphony, heal in the rain... sometimes she goes away and we retreat, allowing her the space to breathe and then visit us again... sometimes we fear her, for she always speaks the truth and we don't always want to listen... being poets though, we cannot escape her and must let her speak her mind from our hearts and souls... thanks for sharing your muse with us, may she always speak your truth. peace&poetry @ Cat
lovely...beautifully written. to dance in rain and dream of poetry...touching. I like the imagery you provide. im pretty sure almost all poets on this site will agree with the feelings you possess within this poem. This is truly a wonderful piece. in so little words you managed to capture the feelings of a real poet. nicely done.
yup I feel ya here--there is sort of a bond between poets(this is my opinion of course) but I feel that if poets could literally rule the world there would be no more problems--eventually--sooner than a later deal it would be done like this critique--Thanks crystal cya Lt
kick ass poem. it flows ( and i know im not suppsoed to sue that term) beatifully. it has a wonderful upbeat fluidity. the end is sort fo a little kick back, the sort fo dip at the end of soaring, when one peaks steadies and readies to drop. usually poems which end like this annoy me, but becuase the rest of your