Blue Rain Dawn
Blue rain dawn, crawling the morning line of nodding fern, savouring the green and fronded lawn, while resisting an incumbent call for home. Incipient joy on faded days, when the sun still shines on within the jaded sky, and birds sing on beyond the frosted pane, and never do I rest, forlorn. ©AJM This is a poem that I have submitted for an anthology planned to raise money for Cancer Research UK.
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Beautiful and melancholy. A lovely addition to that anthology.
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Thank you Linda.
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Ahh this is just splendid.
I love the phrase ‘Nodding fern’ especially…
I’ve been doing a fair bit of gardening recently and come across the more disagreeable plants.
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I learnt of this anthology when the deadline was almost over, so dashed this poem off to send. I’m not too keen on the last couple of lines, but ran out of time.
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A beautiful, vivid and emotive piece, which paints a picture of image and sensation simultaneously. It carries a sense of melancholy, yet also a sense of yearning; This is extremely powerful.
You have a remarkable talent.
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Thank you very much. Those are very kind words you’ve bestowed upon me.
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You’re very much welcome.
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