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Post by Riverrose ~April!!!~ on May 6, 2011 14:48:49 GMT -5
Another rumble; the cloud's hum builds to noise. Bright ribbons, drilling, stagger across; jump, dash. The next rumble tosses the fruit beside the invalid flowers; The farmer is a fool, the strawberries are in slices.
The dramatic noise designates another attack; It is unsafe. The clouds leak, the poor sprouts sail. The hum then lowers, the hazard is tiring, The rumble is older; how dramatic was the entrance! Now silence won't impose....
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Post by Astarael ~ Enduring on May 8, 2011 5:25:38 GMT -5
Wow, your drops are so full and beautiful. Really loving the flow and images you create
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Post by - Moirae - on May 8, 2011 7:01:42 GMT -5
This was so perfectly described that it doesn't seem like a drops poem at all! *claps* This is quite the masterpiece! Your words are woven together so flawlessly and with such ease that I could hear every raindrop, every crack of thunder. Wonderfully done!
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Post by marise on May 19, 2011 22:24:00 GMT -5
I agree, there is a fullness in imagery here. I loved the picture of lightning staggering, drilling across the sky. This poem rumbled with that ominous thunder, poor folk ran for cover, those fruits left in the storm were cast aside.
What a perfect picture of a powerful storm.
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Post by Riverrose ~April!!!~ on May 21, 2011 19:34:32 GMT -5
Thanks everyone so much for your comments! I'm really happy that the imagery came across so vivid I appreciate you taking the time to read my poem -Riverrose
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