The Fifteen Year Drought

[ampoule]

The Fifteen Year Drought

A drought can make a flower secure
and strong
but not very pretty.
Her hope comes from the life around her.
She clings to it like a vine
And then it comes

The Rain.

Her petals soften and her stem grows tall
as she raises her sweet but parched lips
and stretches out her longing fingers
to meet the hard driving torrents promised.

And then it is gone.

She searches the sky everywhere
anywhere
for that sweet quencher.
Her roots are wounded and cannot go deep
but remain on the surface.

She hears the distant thunder
and remembering that flash flood
cries salty tears.

She wants to follow
but is stuck to the ground she knows.

A drought can make a flower doubt and die
and not very pretty.


AMP August Thirteenth TwoThousandOne

[CdnReader]

An amazing poem, Amp. I especially loved this part....


She hears the distant thunder
and remembering that flash flood
cries salty tears.

She wants to follow
but is stuck to the ground she knows.


<...sigh...>

[PrinceMyshkin]

The Fifteen Year Drought

A drought can make a flower secure
and strong
but not very pretty.
Her hope comes from the life around her.
She clings to it like a vine
And then it comes

The Rain.

Her petals soften and her stem grows tall
as she raises her sweet but parched lips
and stretches out her longing fingers
to meet the hard driving torrents promised.

And then it is gone.

She searches the sky everywhere
anywhere
for that sweet quencher.
Her roots are wounded and cannot go deep
but remain on the surface.

She hears the distant thunder
and remembering that flash flood
cries salty tears.

She wants to follow
but is stuck to the ground she knows.

A drought can make a flower doubt and die
and not very pretty.


AMP August Thirteenth TwoThousandOne

I was caught off-guard and felt as if I'd been slapped in the face by that final down-beat thought. True, in


A drought can make a flower secure
and strong
but not very pretty.

you had pretty much signalled that the down-beat would overcome the seemingly positive, but - conditioning perhaps - had led me to believe that that would be reversed and overcome.

I'm afraid I must now add you to my list of sissy-poets.

[ampoule]

I'm afraid I must now add you to my list of sissy-poets.

I'm sorry. I guess I don't know what you mean. I'm sorry I let you down. :(

[ampoule]

Maybe everyone feels the same as Prince? I really don't understand and would like to. If it's too embarrassing to put here, perhaps a personal message? I really just want to learn. Thanks. :(

[PrinceMyshkin]

Maybe everyone feels the same as Prince? I really don't understand and would like to. If it's too embarrassing to put here, perhaps a personal message? I really just want to learn. Thanks. :(

According to an informal poll I've conducted, 11 feel the same way I do, 13 do not. 2 didn't have an opinion.

As for the personal message, I'm considering it but haven't decided yet just how personal would be appropriate.

[ampoule]

According to an informal poll I've conducted, 11 feel the same way I do, 13 do not. 2 didn't have an opinion.

As for the personal message, I'm considering it but haven't decided yet just how personal would be appropriate.

:blush: PRINCE!! Now THAT was pretty personal! I bet you say that to all the poets! ;)

And as to your poll, I demand a recount!
And while I wait...

Prince (clap clap)
You are so bad bad (clap)
So very bad bad (clap)
B-B-B-Bad bad (clap)
But you're a good dad (clap)
So I'm not mad mad (clap)
Come have a crawdad (clap)
Write in your notepad (clap)
I'll be your comrade (clap)
If you'll be Galahad (clap)
But you'll be Sinbad (clap)
Cause you're so BAD BAD! (clap) :D




Gosh...pouting still works. Shhh.

...

[PrinceMyshkin]

:blush: PRINCE!! Now THAT was pretty personal! I bet you say that to all the poets! ;)

And as to your poll, I demand a recount!
And while I wait...

Prince (clap clap)
You are so bad bad (clap)
So very bad bad (clap)
B-B-B-Bad bad (clap)
But you're a good dad (clap)
So I'm not mad mad (clap)
Come have a crawdad (clap)
Write in your notepad (clap)
I'll be your comrade (clap)
If you'll be Galahad (clap)
But you'll be Sinbad (clap)
Cause you're so BAD BAD! (clap) :D




Gosh...pouting still works. Shhh.

...

G'day, mate. Meaning no offense to you nor your freakin' rhymin' dictionary, but round these parts "comrade" is pronounced tovarishch!

Spasibog. Kak ta bina sertse?

[ampoule]

G'day, mate. Meaning no offense to you nor your freakin' rhymin' dictionary, but round these parts "comrade" is pronounced tovarishch!

Spasibog. Kak ta bina sertse?

A Certs? Um, yes, thank you. :blush: