Raindrops Comments
She counts them, when can catch up, one by one.
She marks off: transparent, blurry ones...
Impetuous, hesitant...observes their behaviour.
Admires colours: greenish, caramel...
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dear Dimitrios, I'm assembling a new ebook of poetry ['Our Chains, Our Dreams' - to be published at the end of January or in February '17], and -from my point of view- this poem of yours would fit nicely.. what do you think, may I add it to the compilation? It is a very good poem. Let me know, ok? Un caro saluto F.
I agree with Deniel, 'a thing of wonder and delight'! Rather than 'loneliness' and 'lonely', i think 'solitude' might be more suitable. Loneliness belongs to hearts forget to appreciate and love, she loves raindrops very much, then how could she be lonely in those wonderful moments of observing them? I don't know all of women or human, but i think 'she' in the poem is a vivid 'me' in life, i grew up in nature, nature was my best playmate, now it's my healer and teacher, whenever i observe or wander in nature, i feel deeply connected, like a heart to a human. 'In the margin of the real world', where can be the margin? What is the 'real world'?
The most important in our life is to be connected to other human beings.If you are not in contacts with affection you are alone, in loneless.That is the problem of the one in the poem.She is alone in the world with no human contacts and finds consolation in her contact with the raindrops....
This poem conveyed a double tone to me: On the surfacem the tone is exuberant. You describe the rain just as this woman experiences it - as a thing of wonder and delight, not at all just a routine weather event, the rainfall becomes a threshold and natural things become residents in the house, even sitting in chairs! And in the last stanza, if I'm reading this correctly, they becomes IDOLS, gods and goddesses of the distant past once again alive because a woman of today believes they have entered her reality. If this is an illusion, blessed is the mind that conceived it. The other tone, of course, is the loneliness of an individual in an impersonal world.
You caught both targets, dear Daniel.A lonely woman in illusions, outside, in the margin of the real world one can not but fall in illusions.It's the society that makes us humans to understand the environment in its measurements.
So you wrote this originally in Greek and then translated to English? This is such a lovely poem. The expression of the restrained emotion of the woman desiring more outside that window is haunting. I love your description of the different kinds of raindrops. Maybe others have read about the diversity in raindrops, but I have not. I've seen and written lots of poems about snow. I'm adding this poem to my favorites list immediately. Thanks for sharing.
To understand it bette, dear Pamela, see my answer to the comment of Daniel.Yes, I first wrote it in my language.It would be very difficult to write it first in english.It could sound another poem.
This is such a beautiful poem, Mr.Galanis! So beautiful, so full of images. How lovely and gently you follow the emotions and feelings of the lady! It feels as if through your words, one can watch the scene described. And, if the reader is a woman, she will not only see the scene whilst reading your words, but she will also see how much you’ve looked inside the soul of the lady who counts the raindrops. How much you’ve looked inside the soul, the thoughts and the feelings of any woman that loves the rain and feels or ever felt lonely. It’s wonderful, sir! !
A beautiful poem about seeing ones life in the raindrop in loneliness.Liked it.
Thank you, dear Anil, to have noticed it.Very pleased to have liked it.
Right now it is raining here and I enjoy the rain and your poem side by side. This is the first rain in this sultry summer afternoon. Like your heroine, I too feel lonely and watch raindrops drawing different designs on my window pane and flowing down to join the moving world!
The most of the time in our lives we are alone.Raindrops are the others.Let ourselves show that we are eager to be wet by the randrops, by their pain and worries, dear Lady, as you try to sj how it in your poems too.
“Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you'll find an edge to cut you.” loneliness was a empty feeling and rain drop will fall one by one. good one sir, true feeling thank you
Thank you, dear, for the kindness to read and comment it.//I've read the two poems of yours .Very good the attempt.
You have beautifully depicted a sense of loneliness. A woman counting the raindrops n shaping them in her mind is a very apt metaphor for loneliness n seclusion. A beautiful poem touching upon a v relevant theme.
A lovely, descriptive poem with a subtle nuance of sadness running through it, like those drops of rain. I read it first on your facebook page, and I very much enjoyed it.
Thank you, Michaela.I do not forget you and your poems.I liked the last one so much.
I love this powerful and outstanding write with inspired lines and your great imagination, you write with such insight and understanding!
Thank you, dear Hazel, for your encouragement.You know I do not feel being a poet.I admire poems of others, like yours for example.But I confess that I'm glad to hear by poets a word like yours.Thank yo so much.
Ι had in mind my sister, a judge in pension, and all those in great especially cities in northern european countries, where it is not so easy out of the climate conditions to meet people in the neighbourhood strolling around as in the south mediterrenean countries.But, dear Barry, in reality all humans are lonely existenceseveryone moves on a different path of thinking, understanding and feeling....
I'm pleased you found it, dear Kelly, a successful metaphor.It functions, I hopo, too as a symbol to symbolize the otherone[of J.P.Sartre].
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Outstanding write with your vivid imagination you capture the scene with inspired lines, so absorbing and real!
Generous your word, Hazel.Glad that you have liked it.