In Transit.

Fay Slimm.

 

 

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.

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 29th, 2020 03:48
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments5

  • Michael Edwards

    Spot on Fay - such a simple effective write.

  • dusk arising

    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.

  • orchidee

    A fine write Fay.

  • MendedFences27

    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.

  • Goldfinch60

    The beauty of your words combine with the wonder of those raindrops flowing down the window pane.

    Andy



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