Monday, September 22, 2014

and Then the Rain Came



stormy clouds, then the rain came
on paper boats dreams floated away
messages from the heart  to claim
stormy clouds, then the rain came
flash of light, whispering your name
lost searching for hope in a new day
stormy clouds, then the rain came
on paper boats dreams floated away




 posted for Magpie Tales 238

27 comments:

  1. '...on paper boats..." How very sad...but good.

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  2. Beautifully sad, dreams floating away.......

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  3. To live without dreams is like being dead, very poignant write.

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    1. That is very true..for dreams keep the soul alive..

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  4. They float to bring new or rearrange the last few, have to use what we can indeed. That boat can turn into a paper crane and soar away.

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    1. Ah, I like that a paper crane to guide the way to the pathway of dreams..

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  5. Dreams can be dashed by little distractions. So true, Truedessa!

    Hank

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  6. love the structure that you used here.. it all flows peacefully in sadness.

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  7. Oh no not the rain, and why the paper boats today, oh my! I just enjoyed your prose, as it sails us through thoughts of our own, indeed.

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    1. Hi Karen,

      When I saw the picture the words just seemed to flow..

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    1. Sad and beautiful at the same time..but, there is always hope in a new day.

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  9. Unrealistic expectations,dreams that float away when the rains come so succinctly expressed. The repeated lines were effective, reinforcing the hopelessness.

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    1. Thank you..I was trying to capture a feeling..

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  10. Fragile dreams floating..very nice

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  11. I enjoyed the repetition you employed with this poem. Love the line, "on paper boats dreams floated away."

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    1. It sad when dreams float away..thanks for reading..

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  12. i always hate when the rain comes :/ unless its a cold, fall day and i'm cuddled up with my coffee and a good book!

    stacy lynn mar
    http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/

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  13. ethereal beauty, paper boats are floating around my heart.

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  14. And so ended the age of Atlantis / Numenor ....looking into the future again i see !

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  15. on paper boats dreams floated away

    That sense of transience is haunting!

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