Lovelorn Lake under Mountain Sky supplicating rain A thousand kisses she receives, the condensation of grace Echoes of moonlight tendril out the laps of lake While the hopeful earth athirst lies ravished 'til she revives. Earnest drops pearl upon the bosom of Mother Lake That swells, and vanish in their rising, her surrender back to Father Sky.
A Holistic Journey 
Yes – Yes – YES!
One of the BEST comments that have flown in.
Why is it ‘her’ and not ‘him’?
If it’s any consolation – but knowing you, it’s not – the Earth was male at first.
It was? That’s not really comforting.
LOL, Dear Champion of the Male Race, the woman
receives.
But can’t the man share just a little bit?
No, the work of providing – as well as standing there all macho like the mountain – is too important.
I think you’re right! I love the poems, by the way.
Thanks so much for the support. Not happy: not able to indent the 3rd line of every stanza…..technical problemas.
Sigh.
Tech problems just plumb stink!
Read my exchange with Miss Lou starting 6-16.
Excellent, glad to see you back so soon with another poem. I like the imagery you’ve used here and your sparse, efficient use of words in places. Keep up the good work.
Also must mention, at the end of the post I did about the forest on my blog I put a link to your post on here about trees, because it made sense to. Two people have actually came back and thanked for posting the link, they thought that your post was wonderful.
See you later.
Mark
Rain Story emerged in my head right on the heels of Bereft as I sat over my son’s lunch, policeing vegetables into his mouth. I am quite sad bc the WPress drafts page would not let me indent the 3rd line of every stanza. I tried everything. The poem would read better. The indent button shifts the entire stanza. Hubby has to install Microsoft Word. Thanks dearly for all the support, M. I don’t take it for granted. SO funny you linked to me beCUZ a few days ago I had planned to browse your gallery again for a shot that would complement the next poem, if you would be willing to share. I was going to cite your site. No promises, though. I have to take the time to look….SO busy before wknd getaway….Diana
Hi of course you can, if you see any pictures that you like on my blog. I did smile to myself when I saw the title of your poem.
As regards indenting text, I have had the same problem, not just here but on other websites….. I was just about to suggest a solution but it looks like you’ve managed to do it anyway, or is that my eyes gone all crazy. Oh well problem solved.
I must try and get round to adding more space photos. I did start making another page that was all about rain. Rain quotes, rain poems, how to make a rainstick, raindance it’s even going to have it’s own thunderstorm soundtrack, I just got sidetracked.
Keep up the writing, it’s good to see. Take care for now.
Mark.
“The drops of rain make a hole in the stone, not by violence, but by oft falling.” – Lucretius
Staff got back to me:
Writing and Formatting Poetry http://en.support.wordpress.com/writing-and-formatting-poetry/
But as it said could happen, it messed up my spacing badly – fortunately, I have web guys in my corner who were able to do the coding. And your ideas sound fabulous, Mark.
I wanted to read more but need to hit the sack – ran down your nature photos but didn’t see one of (outer) Space.
I came close to posting one of your early post shots that I remembered liking. But I wanted geese, not a a gull.
Thanks for the heads up over on my site. You have a lovely blog … I look forward to following along.
Oh, so kind of you. Thanks. I do my best to chk in on my readers. Best, Diana
Absolutely beautiful writing as usual Diana, love this!
The Commentary on this post is almost as brilliant as the poem itself! Really enjoyed it, Thanks for sharing!
You’ve been sO kind! Just a little confused bc there is no commentary on Rain Story. Xxx Diana
Commentary meaning: The comments written in response to the actual poem. I.e the Dialogue between you and Professor VJ Duke.
=) He’s a hoot. Xxxx Diana
lol I see 🙂
A hoot? Isn’t that an owl? You know, now that you say it, sometimes I wonder if I’m not a type of owl or pheasant or something like that.
another very cool poem, I like it 🙂
Wow it swept me off my feet 🙂 beautiful poem!
Awww….gracious. Thank you.