She's dreaming of peace by the summer solstice,
All the while nurturing the atmosphere.
She's yearning for snow by the mirrored moon,
In her kindness; lamenting the time of year.
She coats the stars in beaming light
While praying to the dark,
And every day she sees the end
Yet holds out hope for the new.
She sits alone on the ledge of eternity,
Waiting for beginning's due.
Little rain girl, clutching Pluto,
Getting lost in shades of blue.
Little rain girl, overlooking life -
Longing for rain in June.
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Nicholas Browning (
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That took me on a journey…wonderfully penned dear poet…
I'm glad it did, my friend. Thank you very much for your comment.
A very beautiful writing 🙂 liking the words
We all need that sense of peace balance in our lives .. and have to hold onto a hope for something more when feeling lost
Thank you very much, Rose! Having a silver lining is usually beneficial, but this poem is about the absence of hope and the failure to find it.
) I understand that place .. feeling hopeless isn’t nice .
intriguing, thanks for sharing dear poet
people little realise, how integral Pluto's, dwarven discovery was
changed
the page of modern science
from tolerated heretics
being abused and beheaded
whenever the archaic status-quo
felt threatened..
to their current all-conquering powerhouse, status
where even the Vatican City
boasts one of the worlds most advanced
and 'progressive' science labs
and outside
forgotten by their zealots
are pavements
filled with dried blood
of the beheaded, in the name
of orthodoxy
to stagnant dogmatic ideal's..
lol
poor Galileo and his Jupiter moons
jailed and abused, for doing
what they're doing in those same
science labs today..
(I wonder, how much of those we mock
and belittle, today
will be the powerhouses, of Tomorrow..)
The things we do today will not be the same as tomorrow. Whether they're being looked at, attempted, done, seen or heard it's always changing.
Great men have suffered so that we may question life, as the rain girl did.
A fine write N.
A fine thank you, Sir Orch.
A spectacular display of words. I can feel your passion for poetry that pours through your metaphors and imagery. Life and the sadness and the yearning.
Thank you very much, Rocky. I appreciate your visit and thoughts.
Beautiful.
Thank you very much :3
Beautiful words Nicholas.
Andy
Thank you Andy!
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