Is it me, or is this title IMPOSSIBLE to think of, except in terms of rhyme? Anyways, just call me contrary in all respects after all my complainin (!!), but, subesquent to Nordette'e enquiry into the demise of rhyming poetry, I am tending to write more of the stuff... May the sun shine down on you this holiday, People... unless you're in Texas! :)) LOL K xx
BUCKETFULS OF RAIN
In tragic world of dismal loss
I see mostly only gain:
the shining gold that’s free of dross,
the new birth after pain.
The white peace after red of blood,
the slumber after fits;
the harvest that survives the flood,
strong bones from damaged hits.
My fragile times ebb slowly down
like sunshine through a sieve;
I may not have too much to share
but what I have I give.
I’m grateful for each breath of life –
impossible to contain –
but wonder how so many have
just bucketfuls of rain.
I think that what you have to share is a true gift...to you... and to all of us who receive it.
The joy in these lines is impossible to contain in a sieve and so your light and joy trickles down, like sunshine, to each of us.
You really are a person with a half-full glass...
This is a very sad, and atmospheric poem. Yes, poetry & rhymes are synomymous, when we consider rhymes as markers to remember. You have a natural gift with anything you choose to write.
Dear Kate,
At times I worry about excessive use of superlatives when I comment upon your work but how could I not? You are the most adept and brilliant poet I've ever had the honour to read. This proves that you do a brilliant job with whatever form you choose.
Bravo
Chanti
We've had so much rain here in the midwest that it feels like Seattle. But we sure do appreciate the ability to feel the rain, as opposed to being unable to feel anything at all. . . hence, we are refreshed and restored.
blessin's to you my dear Sis,
cynth'ya
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on May 26, 2006
The sands do finally run out.
Strength shown here, even though being very aware of the vulnerability of love loss caused by death..
An excellent write...
it all comes down to perspective ... some see the rain as the absense of sun while others see it source of life ... some hearts are immersed in pain and only feel weighed down by its sorrow while others accept that pain lets one know they are alive and so have the opportunity to experience joy ... all in all, a wise and insightful poem ...
I understand the gist of this only too well Kate.
By the way, you did very well in the penning of this.
My wife and I vacationed late March in the Laguna Mountains in Southern California, and I am not exaggerating here, one day it was 90 degrees, and two days later we woke up to an inch of snow on the ground. Go figure!
Loved the line: "I may not have too much to share
but what I have I give."
Bucketsful or buckets full or bucketfuls ...it all means tragic tears that overflow.,.and your poem fills the whole container of the heart. Very well done and rhyming always catches my attention.
Susan
Buckets is better Eileen...:)
This reminded me of " Singing in the Rain " by Gene Kelly...
And Kate, haven't forgotten you....lols
You have plenty to offer as this terrific poem shows...;)
Love
Peter
Your fans will hate me for saying, I think it should be "bucketsful" ;-) outside of that this is fantasatic rhyming and your poem is, of course, superb!
Being grateful should be the eleventh commandment, for why else try to abide by the others? You've capturedd in rhyme a cheery observance of what we pass up hourly and daily.
Go ahead make your rhymes testing me for such beginnings
When I do you'd better be kind or I'll call in the gremlins
I have nothing but praise for this rainy tribute for looking at the bright side.....yes rain can be the labor pains before the birth of a whole new life......it does depend on how you look at it....this is brilliant, shines thru like a rainbow........Change your name to Dorothy and get some red shoes!!!
pax A
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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The joy in these lines is impossible to contain in a sieve and so your light and joy trickles down, like sunshine, to each of us.
You really are a person with a half-full glass...
Cryssa
D
B&R
At times I worry about excessive use of superlatives when I comment upon your work but how could I not? You are the most adept and brilliant poet I've ever had the honour to read. This proves that you do a brilliant job with whatever form you choose.
Bravo
Chanti
and I always enjoy your work. ;)
Hugs Dale
God bless,
Sandie.
blessin's to you my dear Sis,
cynth'ya
Strength shown here, even though being very aware of the vulnerability of love loss caused by death..
An excellent write...
By the way, you did very well in the penning of this.
My wife and I vacationed late March in the Laguna Mountains in Southern California, and I am not exaggerating here, one day it was 90 degrees, and two days later we woke up to an inch of snow on the ground. Go figure!
Loved the line: "I may not have too much to share
but what I have I give."
you have enriched my life with your insights!
Thankyou
Richard
Susan
This reminded me of " Singing in the Rain " by Gene Kelly...
And Kate, haven't forgotten you....lols
You have plenty to offer as this terrific poem shows...;)
Love
Peter
Pops
eT
We could use a few of those bucketfulls in dry, dry Texas. JAYS. Fantastic imagery and rhyming make this a beautiful poem. Thank you!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
Go ahead make your rhymes testing me for such beginnings
When I do you'd better be kind or I'll call in the gremlins
- Bill
pax A