Rain Girl

Nicholas Browning

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.

  • Author: Nicholas Browning (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 28th, 2022 05:03
  • Comment from author about the poem: Little rain girl, what is "life" to you?
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  • spilleronsheet

    That took me on a journey…wonderfully penned dear poet…

    • Nicholas Browning

      I'm glad it did, my friend. Thank you very much for your comment.

    • Caring dove

      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

      • Nicholas Browning

        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.

        • Caring dove

          ) I understand that place .. feeling hopeless isn’t nice .

        • L. B. Mek

          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..)

          • Nicholas Browning

            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.

          • orchidee

            A fine write N.

          • Rocky Lagou

            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.

            • Nicholas Browning

              Thank you very much, Rocky. I appreciate your visit and thoughts.

            • Rozina

              Beautiful.

            • Goldfinch60

              Beautiful words Nicholas.

              Andy



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