I can feel every word of this profound expressive art. The drain, and strain of the heart that is trying to continue on. Down beaten, trodden upon, filled with so much sorrow... Yes, how I do feel this. Should one ponder, and consider the sunflower. They'll find that it, too becomes heavy with burden. Lowering it's head in sorrow, despising it's own very existence. But low, and behold! With a fresh rain, and the love of the sun, it rises it's weary head high. Kissing the sunshine in thanks for it's blessing of renewal! Every sorrow has it's day of washing, gaining a new re-lease. You have, as always penned a meaningful, and heartfelt piece. Magnificent!
This is one of my favorites of yours. That first stanza seems to capture what I feel from this. I am not even able to put it into words...just really feel it.
It is actually leaking it down in St.Albans, England right now, on this dark November Saturday night. Some like rain, most of us don't. It can be refreshing and bring life, or flood us out and drown us. But it is also key to life. We need it. But I think by rain you mean the sadness and trials of life. Maybe we need them, too, in some way, to round us. We certainly can't avoid them. The first three lines of the last verse seem to capture the point. Rain real and emotional does not last forever. Your poem's emotion feels instinctive.
Like this one. It's like crying and crying and it never helps in feeling better. Even after the tears stop the pain of life continues and the wanting life to be better and giving instead of always taking.
Aw I love this!! This is definately one of my favorites! When i read the thrid stanza i pictured tears. and how crying never helps it only creates more pain...but this is truely beautiful! :)
I can feel every word of this profound expressive art. The drain, and strain of the heart that is trying to continue on. Down beaten, trodden upon, filled with so much sorrow... Yes, how I do feel this. Should one ponder, and consider the sunflower. They'll find that it, too becomes heavy with burden. Lowering it's head in sorrow, despising it's own very existence. But low, and behold! With a fresh rain, and the love of the sun, it rises it's weary head high. Kissing the sunshine in thanks for it's blessing of renewal! Every sorrow has it's day of washing, gaining a new re-lease. You have, as always penned a meaningful, and heartfelt piece. Magnificent!
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