Looking Beyond Spring
Like raindrops on
old cobbles
falling, I can sense,
see and feel
each individual
splash ..
And like young
fledglings
in their warm safe
comfy nest,
each one of them
hungrily yawning ..
I too feel
so very blessed ..
Like buds,
on a branch each
patiently
waiting and taking
a rain check
until the coming
of a new spring ..
I do still look for you
everywhere,
but I can’t see a thing ..
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Sense see and feel. Taking a rain check alone on a branch birthday dumb. This is nice peace man I like it a lot.
That's really kind of you Bobby and truly appreciated .. Neville
A fine write N.
Thank you Orchidee .. Neville
Neville I had to read this over a couple of times to get the sense of progression in this poem. This poem is very subtle. It begins with the falling raindrops hitting hard stone and it emphasizes the feeling of (each splash) painful indeed. The second portion mentions the word hungry for the fledglings that type of hunger when awaiting something as important as an empty stomach or heart. Then the buds with patience awaiting spring and finally the last statement of despite all this not being able to see the awaited. This leaves a rather sad feel and one of disappointment. Did like the pun like introjection of (rain check) This has a somewhat haunting feel to it. Brilliant!
You are a credit to your species, to poetry and to me sir sorenbarrett .. many thanks for your repeated considerations and for the time you spent here waiting to arrive at the above stated conclusions .. Neville
To have to feel it all but unable to see it through, must be mighty frustrating!
if I don't have a telephoto lens with me at the time, I scribble them down quick so as I can trace my way back to em and take another look .. 😎👍
Dealing with spring now, and feel happy that someone somewhere feels strong enough to tackle theirs and keep it and subsequent seasons under control, Neville.....
Good to hear mate .. enjoy to the hilt .. 🐧😎👍
All good things come from patience N. 😉👍
Let's hope so .. 😉👍
Missing someone and hoping to find them in the future. The "rains" of separation, the comfort of home, the "buds" of hope, all images that lead one to think that someone is missed. And then the sad conclusion that they cannot be found. This poem comes to that sad ending, and the reader was expecting a much happier one. A terrific poem. Loved it. - Phil A.
You read me so well and so often .. it feels like we share the same hemisphere .. cheers and a big one at that too Phil 🧠🍷👍
Seems like anticipation thwarted. I too still look for certain people long after they have departed. Nice.
Just another fact of life one has to get used to I guess .. and for what its worth, I'm pretty sure most of us search for those we know have gone .. Cheers Dan. Neville
Tremendous imagery. You take the reader into the scene and make them feel the emotion. Top notch.
Many thanks for the thumbs up and those most encouraging words Thomas .. Very much appreciated .. Neville
|It will arrive Neville and the way time flies in our lives it will be with us very soon.
Andy
Thanks for stopping by Andy .. Neville
I adore this, very inspiring...
(Like raindrops on old cobbles falling,)
A gentle rhythm, a soft enthralling,
Each drop a story, a whispered tale,
Of journeys long, and winds that prevail.
I can sense, see, and feel each individual splash,
A tiny drama, a fleeting flash,
As water dances, a watery ballet,
On worn grey stones, where shadows play.
Bless you Dove .. Neville 🐧🤍👍
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