rains on the vegetable patch

Rains on the vegetable patch

 

Sickened, it came waning

From the up North, land of ice.

Feverish cloud, it came only

To ebb at your windowpane.

Rain; rain on your small love’s patch

Where your vegetables grow

Drunk on white blood of the cloud.

You never knew the story

The cloud came here to say.

 

Come out. If the rainbow may

           Remember from a life

               Over the other end.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Ahmad Alhour]

Spiritual piece...
All what i can say is...
This poem deliver to the reader a sesational taste of giving and struggle...
I liked "Where your vegetables grow" it gave me the feeling of the Natural Giving...

Good Job...
Keep up the good stuff...

[Legion]

This caught my attention. The title alone was very creative. Love the flow and word usage in this. Great piece all around.

[PhoeniX]

a different sensual work. i would have to say, this is very different from any other writing ive read. i applaud you. this was great

[CarrieLynn {Chameleon A..]

great write! :)

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Your words have made my soul cry, but brightened my spirit. Just .. excellent verse.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

What an intriquing write. Beautiful words...especially 'Drunk on white blood of the cloud.' Great phrase and description. Thank you for sharing. A delight to read this morning.
Light,
Siddartha