Four days of rain like bleary freight cars rumbling by
Green boughs dance in the grey of a thunderstorm sky
Sometimes I stand at the edge of a poem
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What a fresh approach you have, Neal! Such original images. You have a very dramatic approach to poetry! I hope one day you will finish Four days of rain like bleary freight cars. It's such a cool metaphor. We're currently on the same track: two cars have passed by and I'm dreading seeing the rest of the train.
Thanks, Laurie. I am so pleased you enjoyed this, and I hopefully will finish the original piece. In fact, there is some inspiration brewing outside the window now. :)
LIke this one Neal. Been on the edge myself a few times.... Sometimes I think it's actually a good idea to stay on the edge of a poem. It just isn't ready yet and needs time to mature like a great piece of cheese! ;) Nice imagery presented here too...halogen eyes, mutters of beachcombers, wordmaster's anvil...Well done. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you, Pamela, for your kind thoughts. I have enjoyed your writing and appreciate your feedback. :)
Lovely poem. Making the leap, crossing the bridge is some thing so akin to every body's experience. You brought it out beautifully with wonderful images. Thank you for sharing.
Really enjoyed your poem! The rainwater can be incessant, but often the words hesitate to flow as easily. You created word pictures for me. Will look forward to reading more of your work. Thanks....
Rain! ! With the muse of nature. Thanks for sharing.