Monday, April 7, 2014

NaPoWriMo - Poem #7 I love a rainy night...



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April, 7, 2014
NaPoWriMo - Poem #7
                                                                                                                                                  
The prompt for poem 7 is to write about something we love, inanimate.  Not sure I'll be able to keep this up for 3 more weeks..and do all the reading, which is expected to be reciprocated.   Also for dverse where we are writing about something we treasure.                                                                                                                      


I LOVE A RAINY NIGHT                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     
I love a rainy night -
isn't that a song title?
- when I most miss 
your cheek against mine;
On a rainy night,
in front of an amber fire,
I see that photograph 
of me and you; 
memories
Tiny moonstones
in a green velvet pouch -
I take them out, then
put them back again

On a rainy night,
swallows glide 
through the mist, 
sipping raindrops
I consider warming crystals 
of frost on the window pane 
scent of a newborn baby's breath     
I love a rainy night -
the light grows low;
whispering sounds of rain
become like champagne's
 bubbly overflow -
and I am hearing 
Auld Lang Syne














2 comments:

  1. when i worked at the treatment center we used stones to symbolize and celebrate levels for the kids so i like the moonstone part...also photographs...def such tangible reminders...we keep a box that the boys oft want us to tell stories about...

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  2. hmm...this has a very peaceful feel to it...makes me wish for such a rain...but not all rain is made equal and lately I'm not much loving the rainy night. still I can see its potential. a lovely write.

    as to your poem a day...you're a quarter of the way through...I'm certain you can make it; though it is a delicate balance you need to find in order to read and reciprocate as you mentioned. Hang in there!

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