i watch you from across the
street as you wait for an opening or a
glowing green signal that
it\'s safe to move again.
you stare at the puddles
covering your feet, and i want to take this
flood and throw it all over us;
we\'ll watch this season
drip away as we hang ourselves out to
dry beneath swollen storm clouds.
but i just stand
silently, drenched in the
knowledge of every droplet and its
perfect symmetry.















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but very nice.
i love it.
i love everything you write though.
you know this.
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Times I feel I wanna shout, man it's real that way
When I think of things that make you feel that way...
flood and throw it all over us
That made my day.
I like the way it was said. And the description of both the enviroment and the person. The way this was written was fantastic. Like a "what I would do if I could do it" poem. Movie-like almost.
Rain is wonderful as is this poem.
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my favorite lines:
drenched in the
knowledge of every droplet and its
perfect symmetry.
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is an awesome poem.
drip away as we hang ourselves out to
dry beneath swollen storm clouds.
was my favorite part. your writing is so... intricately comfortable. it has an infinite feeling to it. where all knowledge is captivated. beautiful poetry indeed.
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The only thing that bothered me was:
"glowing green signal that
it's safe to move again. "
I stumbled reading this... because my brain kept telling me that "says" was after that. So, I kept looking for it, and couldn't find it. then my brain imploded. Anyhoo, love this. +fav. Thanks for sharing it.
(For those who are curious, the quote is from Steel Magnolias the PLAY... Ouiser 4 life.)
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I think my favorite part is ...
silently, drenched in the
knowledge of every droplet
That is how I feel alot of the time lately, silent and drenched.
I think that you have some powerful and deeply felt poetry, and enjoy reading your work. So, I added this one to my +favs
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Thou art to me a delicious torment.
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