Songbird

You compared yourself to a rainstorm
Your favorite kind of weather
Pouring, overflowing on cool Autumn days
Dripping through the trees leaving pearls on the leaves
And lighting up clouds, seeming daytime within the night
In contrast, you called me a song bird 
In late Spring or Summer
In clear blue skies I rise gracefully
My voice carrying on the breeze
You were worried your downpour would ruin my wings
But now, in the middle of the rain
I hear the mockingbird chirping away her many songs
Unafraid of the thunder in the distance
In branches, not worried of their sway 
But the wind glides through her feathers, the raindrops cleanse her heart
And she sings on 
So I will for you

Reviews

[Mr. Lopez]

There is something here that I can't quite put my finger on and many times in reviews you'll here and use the same terms. I am guilty of this myself .with that being said, the word that comes closest to describing my reaction to your poem is ... Captivating. There was no real rhythm or flow to this but that's not to say that that is a bad thing. Because if you can captivate your readers with imagery,creativity,and passion well then...who needs rhythm and flow right? It's a difficult thing to accomplish, or at least it is for me but you've managed to do it very well. Nice work.

[Michael (Letters and Li..]

This is beautiful. Like breathtakingly beautiful. You have an amazing style, which is a perfect combination of use of language and imagery and raw, blunt, honest emotion. Every word just breathes with life. You're exceptional, my friend.

[A.M. Franck]

Absolutely beautiful! Thanks for sharing. You're poetry really speaks to me.

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful and hopeful poetry.
"And she sings on
So I will for you"
Good to be able to sing and to be able to hear the singing. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote