From below it rises
From above it falls
In the river it grows
In the earth it shrinks

Glistening in mid-morning
Diamonds on the trees
Avoidance is its critic
Peace is its song

Beauty shown so clearly
Despair all around
Spring lets it play
Winter keeps it ground.

I love poetry .. this is one I have just written as I was watching the raindrops pitter-patter on my front window.

I hope you like it.

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Russ
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hi Russ,
I liked your poem m8 well done. do you write much? I like writing about nature the seasons and the rain. check this one out.
i love poetry as well

The Race.

the speckled beads of drizzling rain
are sliding down my window pane
a competition half forgotten
of start and stop to reach the bottom

they glide and jostle to gain position
a ruless game steeped in tradition
from dreary from I watch the game
that could not be without the rain

has this been sent from heaven high
to lift our spirits under gloomy sky
they drip from ledge to puddled floor
and await the suns return once more

then once again begins the game
of chasing racing window rain.

Copyright ©2007

I do write a fair bit, bud, yes. I usualy write fiction, but I have done the odd poem.

That piece you have done is well done too, I like your style of writing. In fact it was after reding some of your posts in this forum that urged me to post here .. ;>
keep it up buddy, you got talent

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Russ
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I’m not surprised to hear this isn’t a one off! you write fiction, that’s great it’s good to keep the brain ticking over. It’s nice to hear I may of prompted you to post m8.