why do some raindrops
race down the windowglass
hurrying straight
to their death
on the sill
while others crawl crookedly
changing direction
from hesitant pauses
unsure of themselves
and their fate
why do some raindrops
travel their journey
alone and untouched
by love or by hate
while others collide
in mutual acts
of pointless destruction
or nudge and embrace
in brief conjugal blending
of fluids with partners
becoming the fuller and better
how do some raindrops
apply their free will
do they follow some signal
from colors that swim
in their domed iridescence
or is it the window
through which they can see
and then mimic
or more wisely learn from
the choices I made
on my own slide down my side
of life’s pane of glass
Wonderful! Expresses what I, and probably many others, have observed and thought about. Loved the way you brought in your life,e at the end.
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your comments always make me feel wonderful
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Oh WOW, this may be my new fave of yours, Mr Lenzi.
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oh my, such praise – thank you Ms Jael
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I guess I could stop with the “Mr”–seems we’ve established respect, etc.
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please do – I am Paul
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I have a brother named Paul, though we’ve been out of contact a long while.
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Im sure those raindrops are mimicking our lives..
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I’m afraid you’re right – this world could use smarter rain
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A poem about raindrops. Interesting.
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I really enjoyed this.
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I’m so glad you did
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Beautifully thought out poem
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thank you shadow
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Amazing
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appreciate that
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Reblogged this on sodrownmeinflames.
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thanks for sharing my poem with your readers
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Nice metaphor.
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thanks kindly, Cheryl
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Raindrops as metaphors for living beings – you have the gift in shed-loads.
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my sheds are actually full of the most useless junk
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Oh my goodness, I’m slinking to the floor now–this puts my whole collection of “rain” poems to shame. Phenomenal poet, you are, friend–I’d best get crackin’, and up my game.
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you’ve never written a word that could be shamed
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Splendid musings. The alternate life choices you gave for them are magical. Poetically perfect. I shall look at raindrops on a pane differently now. Not only guessing which will be first to descend but what choices the others are making on route. A delight.x
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thank you dearly, scottish
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I love your thinking and they way you’ve expressed it.
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thank you most kindly
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