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Human Rain



Shedding so many of these I felt compelled to create a different kind of one.


               Human Rain
                        
                     y
                     o
                     u
                   begin
                   as an
                 emotion
                 squeezed
              from the tiny
              corner; sliding
           gently over smooth
          surface; your journey
          short-lived as you are
          wiped aside; lucid and
         small, your message can
          be extremely powerful
             drip-drip-drip-drip
                   droplets
            

Comments

Becky said…
I reread your piece several times. Wonderful image on the page and in your reader's head.
elsie said…
Wow! That is a very cool poem, not just the shape but the thoughts the words conjure. Well done!
Letterpress said…
Shape (or concrete) poetry is always interesting to look at, to read (love George Herbert's "Easter Wings"). You've done a fine job with this one--great post!

Elizabeth E.
http://peninkpaper.blogspot.com/
Tam said…
A perfect way to present tears. Human rain--never thought of tears this way. There's a name for this kind of poem--acrostic???
Nora said…
Your title caught my attention -- rich image. My thoughts are with you and hope things get better.
Anonymous said…
I so enjoyed this.
This has been a sad week, and I too have shed to many of these. I appreciated your writing.
Kari Dyer said…
Simply gorgeous! (in both craft and format)I LOVE this!
Anonymous said…
Wow - visually and essentially, you've captured both tears and rain with your choice of words - sliding, being wiped aside, squeezed from tiny corners.
Emma Baker said…
This is beautiful. Really.

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