12 Monday Nov 2018
Posted in Poetry, Ragtag Daily Prompt
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Melancholy skies fill, with a tantalizing serum
Showers down, upon the inflorescence of life
Blossoming, as they drink in the sweet nectar
Quenching each thirst, with abundance so rife
The original poem was written in 2014. I have reworked it for this challenge.
Ragtag Daily Prompt: Quench
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08 Thursday Nov 2018
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So redolent, tis the smell of rain
Where summer heat has parched
Quenches lands across the plain
Ends in colors, sweetly arched
Ragtag Daily Prompt: Petrichor
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02 Friday Nov 2018
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A day like any other, though rain had darkened the sky
The clouds raced at a furious pace, the birds forgot to fly
Leaves came down in small twisters, caught upon the wind
Autumn begins to bid adieu, and the trees feel quite chagrined
Ragtag Daily Prompt: Friday
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27 Saturday Oct 2018
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The sound of the rain against the window pane, like a constant knocking. Loved ones from above, trying to come in. Let me open the window…
I’m awake at this ungodly hour and it is raining. Usually it lulls me to sleep, but not tonight. Too much on my mind, so I will just lie here and listen. Join me, won’t you?
25 Tuesday Sep 2018
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Tumultuous, the clouds as they sigh,
Gray, like days, they go drifting by
Black, as a moonless, starless night,
Water from my eyes, blurs my sight
Cascading down, perhaps in vain
Are they my tears or just the rain?
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 