O at the Edges

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Another Oldie: The Garden

Posted on January 4, 2014 by robert okaji

The Garden

But what of this notion
of the romantic?

It rained last night.
I could smell it

before it fell,
each drop a perfect

sphere until the final
moment. This

is fact, impractical but
lovely for its truth.

I initially posted this in January of 2014, but since so few saw it back then, thought it deserved another airing. The poem first appeared many years ago as a poetry postcard offered by the literary journal Amelia. I admit to being wrong about the shape of raindrops. But hey, they start out spherical…

8 thoughts on “Another Oldie: The Garden”

edgarone2 on January 4, 2014 at 12:31 pm said:

nature’s offering for a beautiful poem.

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daemos1 on January 8, 2014 at 5:39 pm said:

The way the energy of your words flows through the spaces you create is inspiring.

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- robert okaji on January 9, 2014 at 5:10 am said:
  
  Thank you. I’ve found that what isn’t there often holds as much weight…
  
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E A M Harris on January 12, 2014 at 7:58 am said:

Lovely poem, and it’s nice that the raindrops change shapes – like everything they develop.

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janeadamsart on January 22, 2014 at 5:06 am said:

Beautiful poem, and thank you for your little star

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- robert okaji on January 22, 2014 at 5:12 pm said:
  
  Thanks for dropping by. I very much like your blog.
  
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custerbr on January 22, 2014 at 10:46 pm said:

I love the line breaks. Nice poem!

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Lichanos on January 25, 2014 at 9:49 pm said:

Glad you caught that bit about the drops… 🙂

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