In Transit.
Jewelled with
rainbow translucence roll
rain-bead balls
slowly down outside windows.
Golden-globe
seed pearls, clear watery
glories slide
in uniformed lines, floorward.
Diamonds in
transit they shine and fire
sparkle from
each crystaline orb's inside.
Smallest of gems,
if unnoticed, might seem
so irrelevant,
joining the fall into sheen.
Caught however
by eyes with poet's keen
insight odes
to rain-drops might follow.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments5
Spot on Fay - such a simple effective write.
I was tempted to congratulate you on such a wonderful testament to the longevity and flexibility of the Ford Transit van..... however.....
Tears from heaven cascade earthward to refresh and lubricate our love for the verdant lush among which we toil. Captured here in your fine words as they hesitate for us to marvel their individual significant beauty.... not least that which inspires you Fay to find the finery in our everyday experiences.
And lets face it, 2020 has seen too bloomin many raindrops on windows especially for those of us shielding.
A fine write Fay.
Odes indeed. Raindrops upon window panes, become a song of praise. Poets tend to find beauty in unlikely places. as you have here. To convey one's thoughts upon the moment, is poetry's purpose. You have given us all of your insight beautifully wrapped in poetic excellance. Thank you. -Phil A.
The beauty of your words combine with the wonder of those raindrops flowing down the window pane.
Andy
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