...still catching breath. . .thank you so, so much for your kindness and generosity. . .almost overwhelmed. ~~ As for the present piece, must be my hundredth ode to slow, sweet and gentle rain. All know what the other kind can do, but. . .it is so beautiful here today. Bit chilly out there, but I'm in here-- smile. Peace and Love. . .Nothing but the Kind of Weather you Want and Need, 'Pea'
Everything looks so green,
so. . .tender. As if rain knows
what we need. This kind
that lets itself down in stages,
knowing we need peace,
not just drink, not just to be fed,
bathed and sung lullabies
until we drift, do not fall, to sleep.
This kind that says yes
to nourish and no to hail.
its vow not to strike,
but rather to parachute teams
carry hope and faith in silk
packs that are treated to resist
storms. Orders to give to all.
No portion is to be too big,
no portion too small. No one,
but no one, is to be left
to watch with hunger bulged eyes.
Please rain your kind again
and again. Everything looks
so. . .everything look so. . .green
©) Phyllis Jean Green, 2006
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|Reviewed by Huda Orfali
|Enchanting lines, Pea
thanks for sharing
love and peace
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
Wise message comes in colors of the rainbow of grace through the magical lines of "Feather Rain Creates Emerald Glow".
I salute You, Sublime Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater
|Feather Rain Creates Emerald Glow and ... tickles my fancy! Just the thought of opening a parrot umbrella makes me stroll to the Zen garden with poetic words and phrases like parasol, tucan, clove, chamomile, chilly nipples, rake lines disappear in the wet sand ... everything looks so green, that fertile line grows curiosity from within the bud and we watch it spring forth and take it upon our lips and feel the dew drops cleanse our aura. Refreshing poem, Pea.
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
You have such great imagination. This poem speaks in more than one way.
I say that how nice it would be if the rain that falls upon the mother earth are kindnesses.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
|Reviewed by Crystal Silver Angel (Reader)
|Amennn..Loved this one Phyllis...
Peace And Love From This Dove
|Reviewed by Dale Clark
|it s nice and rainy here finally getting green... that's a beautiful
pic. So pretty!
|Reviewed by Constance Gotsch
|Nice. Makes me remember rain. we haven't had any in New Mexico|
|Reviewed by Carole Mathys
|Beautiful capture of a soft rain, Pea
love and peace, Carole
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Green is Good, and rain is marvelous, as is your ode to it, Phyllis.|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Utterly beautiful picture painted in verse!!
I could smell and taste the green here!!
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Beautiful serene poem that makes us pause to,read,listen, and wonder!
|Reviewed by email@example.com Bennett
|beautiful and delightful picture and the words follow it so perfectly. Doesn't God giv us the most beautiful gifts and creation?|
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
|A gorgeous depiction of the nourishing and bountiful effects of the life giving rain...
I love going for walks in that kind of gentle rain,Pea...:)
Make the most of your break
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|Simply gorgeous descriptions...|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Another hit here PHyllis, this poem paints the picture of the kind of rain you want to run naked out into, the kind you like to lay in bed at the camp or trailor and hear the music it makes on a tin roof, the kind that people dance to in movies. I love this poem and it lifted my spirits. Thank you.
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Gentle rain is renewal; a beautiful symbol, a gift as is this poem. Thank you, Pea. Love and peace,
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Two poems today? Blessed we are by your gentle, healing verse and the rains that will be here tomorrow through Saturday. Both sorely needed. Well done, my friend, beautiful, life giving words!
(((((gentle hugs))))) and much love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Ah, that nice and easy and slow and . . . nice rain. The kind that pitter-patters on that old rusty tin roof which lead some to thinking amorous thoughts. Yes, Feather Rain, indeed.|