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.
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Initially posted in January of 2014, so few saw it that I thought it deserved another airing. The poem was published 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…
Love this one!
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Thank you, Andrew.
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You’re welcome.
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It’s well worth repeating some of the earlier poems. I like this, but I wasn’t on line when you frst posted it. Thank you.
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I’ve learned that it’s okay to repeat posts – not everybody reads every post, and it offers new readers the opportunity to read them.
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Absolutely correct. Repetition is good for us newbies and wannabes too!
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Such nice Sunday morning words Robert. Thank you!
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Thank you, Diana. Glad you like it!
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May be ‘each drop a perfect tear’ ? 🙂
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Yes! 🙂
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good post
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Thank you.
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Trust me, Robert. I felt it when the spheres went flat 😦
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I’ve felt a few of those, too! 😀
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🙂
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Loved the allusion to mortality in this piece.
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Thank you.
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You’re most welcome 😊
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We all start out spherical – after that the fun begins.
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I was cylindrical for a while, but seem to have reverted. 😀
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I’d say this is well worth the re-publish! Raindrops are funny little creatures…
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They are, indeed, and they change their shapes. But hey, I’ve flattened out a bit here and there, too, during my long plummet. 🙂
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