Saturday, December 30

Creation Heals

Dew drop dripping down
Slips from emerald leaf, falls
Heavy to the ground

Hitting slate below
Cold and grey as dewy sky
Yet hard, green with moss

Ker plunk, drip, plop, splat
Each drop with a unique voice
Drums a calming hum

Creation carries
On, a pattern all its own
Outside my window

Unaware that my
Heavy heart receives each drop
Like a healing balm

Good for Me 12.30.06

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

The capitalization is not really necessary is it? Might read a bit better without that. Lovely poem otherwise. Why is it on a different blog though? The artist and the person are segreggated?

Anonymous said...

hey e. no, probably not. good feedback, thanks. i have two blogs -- one i don't put things on much and is mostly poetry and photos, as you can see. but i also put this poem on my other main blog.

Enemy of the Republic said...

Oh, this is just lovely!

Becky said...

gee, thanks!

Molly Merula said...

It's beautiful *hugs poem*

^_^

C said...

This is so beautiful. Just beautiful.

Becky said...

ahira - thanks for visiting! and thank you!

candace - so glad you came by. and by the way, that's an awesome kick you've got there!

murray said...

This is good.

Becky said...

grumble - aw, shucks.