“I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.” ~ Vincent van Gogh
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Downpour
the window
rain running down
just a few inches
visible grass
For 'Finding Your Way Home' written as another me — recalling observations of my child self.
For dVerse, a tenWord poem, sourced from a longer piece I once wrote about childhood experiences.
Mhmmmm! Kind of contemplative even when a child. Why am I not surprised. ox
ReplyDeleteYes, very much so. (Smlle.)
DeleteThat is a wonderful image.
ReplyDelete-HA
Thank you.
DeleteThere's so much hope in this. I love it.
ReplyDeleteI think you have infused it with your own positivity — which is nice.
DeleteTo me there is a tone of loneliness in this.
ReplyDeleteTender fingertips
drawing unread messages
on the frosted window glass.
A sweet interpretation, Bjorn, and i love your verse in reply. In fact I was simply interested in how much the heavy rain hid the view. :)
DeleteNice.
ReplyDelete*Smile*
Deletelonging to free...
ReplyDeleteYour own love of freedom, perhaps?
Deletethis poem sounds like a great one to read on a chilly day when there is a steady drizzle...while sitting before a warm fire, of course!
ReplyDeleteThat's exactly how it was in reality!
Deletenice setting of the scene
ReplyDeletethe rain running down the window
makes some really cool patterns....
Yes, so it can.
DeleteVery visual--I was there watching it.
ReplyDeleteGood! :)
DeleteThis poem feels hopeful. Love the mention of the grass, the beneficiary of the rain.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteAfter the rain there is hope for green grass..
ReplyDeleteI'd say it's a certainty! :)
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