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wow that was so pretty
posted by
PoetikliNclynd
on December 15, 2009 at 3:39 PM
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Sinome
I will never be the same in the rain again, it will be singing your poetry after this one luv


posted by
WileyJohn
on December 15, 2009 at 11:59 AM
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Lovely and lyrical, Sinome
It is the rain! Sad in a mystical kind of way. I enjoyed - Thank you.
posted by
LizaM
on December 15, 2009 at 9:18 AM
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its sad when you feel nothing
posted by
Lanetay
on December 15, 2009 at 8:09 AM
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My goodness, how to find the words to say to merit this poem! It is astonishing, I love how it just captures the reader, one line after another. The rain whispering was incredible, for I could hear and feel it! You will forever be my imagery poet! Forever! Nobody does it better, nobody! Now, I got you; I love you like all the raindrops that fall to please you! I know there are too many to count! I know they are immeasurable, like my love! sammie


xoxoxoxo
posted by
sam444
on December 15, 2009 at 8:05 AM
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I will never experience rain the same way again
being that we just had our first rains in two years, your poem was very much written at the right moment.
posted by
Tzippy
on December 15, 2009 at 7:33 AM
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wow, that is incredible!
I know exactly what you mean about the rain... cities are built from concrete, tears and rain and so the rain passes unnoticed, but in the forest is is so different. I love this completely and I have missed your writing terribly
posted by
lionreign
on December 15, 2009 at 6:18 AM
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Rain..
A rather tricky poem to write, it is clever. Only wish that I could feel so for nature, I did once, but that was in another element.


Go on, and a long time ago.
posted by
C_C_T
on December 14, 2009 at 11:31 PM
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Sinome
And yes, I forgot. What I especially liked was " ...
the infinite possibilities of its wet touch, it drenched the trees, the soil, my soul melting upon all". Simply beautiful. 'Nuther bunch of xoxoxo.
posted by
anib
on December 14, 2009 at 9:16 PM
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Sinome
Fantastic outpourings of the weeping clouds. It was as if you Marta was rain personified. I found myself lost in the imagery and the atmosphere of your creation. Loved it so, so, so very much. Kudos! ma'am and heaps of xoxoxos


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posted by
anib
on December 14, 2009 at 9:08 PM
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Beautiful and Passionate Writing
and to think, you are talking about the weather!
posted by
cpklapper
on December 14, 2009 at 8:13 PM
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Your words themselves were as intense as any rain would be.
Your usual magnificence is outdone by this post.
posted by
TAPS.
on December 14, 2009 at 7:58 PM
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How reflective and by the end, how very sad ~ awww Sinome - you always touch my heart.

Elyse xoxox
posted by
elysianfields
on December 14, 2009 at 6:21 PM
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I breathed inthese words and felt refreshed as I read. I wanted to dance
myself.
posted by
Kabu
on December 14, 2009 at 5:26 PM
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Such haunting images.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on December 14, 2009 at 5:09 PM
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I get so lost in your musical words and float away to never never land
where there is no pain or worries. Thank you.
posted by
skye08
on December 14, 2009 at 4:16 PM
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Sinome
Oh lady you have been gifted so greatly with your poetry. This one is so true in its visual clarity the voice is loud and yet soft as a baby bird's whisper. I saw the viola and the violin gossiping until the huge cymbal clanged a silence sentence on them. The dance, has it and music not always been with us? Some of us are gifted with only frog sounds from the sweetest sound of the harp, we are to talk not sing or play. Some of us are not gifted with balance and whirl but we are to walk in the way. But He is the gift and he bestows on us what is our right match. I am sure you have many but poetry, words of sight, sound and clarity are yours. Beautiful work. I have missed you.
posted by
Justi
on December 14, 2009 at 2:08 PM
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