The Cycle
A raindrop strikes the window
thrown from a helpless cloud
a silent thud
Losing its grip it begins to fall
a trail left behind
a residue like shadow
A puddle forms at the sill of the window
collecting dust and debris
waves rustle through it
Light reaching from the new heavens
the puddle dissipates
and the drop returns back
to its helpless cloud

Comments:
 
frederic   frederic wrote
on 6/4/2009 6:07:43 PM
Very good. He's ready for the rain to come again. Rain gonna come.

WAN   WAN wrote
on 6/4/2009 10:33:53 AM
Vivid! So vivid! Fantastic!

Starlingpoet   Starlingpoet wrote
on 6/4/2009 9:29:57 AM
Such a common occurrence -yet you make the reader look at it in a different way. The imagery is fantastic! Losing its grip it begins to fall -my favorite line. Great poem. Thanks.

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