There is in the air
the risk of rain
that makes me second guess
my intentions
and turn over my passions
in the palm of my hand
to see what demons lie hidden
behind them
Rain drops
find my fingertips
and linger
between my umbrella and me
reminding my dry hair
of the way the elements feel
washing over
my exposed shoulders
Rain
wash me clean
and hold me
in a blanket of sorrow
so that I learn
to linger
and not be drowned
by life
Soothe my shoulders so I can risk
raising my lips
to the sky
to drink the rain as it falls
and nourish myself
with the sweetness of the clouds
while they cleanse me
with melancholy
Photo by Matteo Catanese on Unsplash
Tonight on DVerse, we are exploring the theme of risk.
Seamus O'Shaughnessy, Jr. 
This is beautiful! I fell in love with it … and the image too.
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Honestly the image is the best part of the poem, its so nice 🤣
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This is so beautiful and poignant. ❤ ❤
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Thank you!!
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A great poem. Yes turn your face to the sky and embrace the rain as it runs over you. The sun always follows the rain!
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That’s a fantastic quote, I’ll remember it!!
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Thanks feel free to use it!
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Great poem Evan!
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Thank you!
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Welcome! 🙂
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sensuous; and I admire how you invert melancholy and vulnerability ~
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Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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Lovely. There is always a risk of rain here, and I enjoyed how you include the risk of sipping the rain.
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There is always a risk of drowning in raising your head to the sky in the rain!!
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So beautifully written. This is my favourite stanza:
‘Rain
wash me clean
and hold me
in a blanket of sorrow
so that I learn
to linger
and not be drowned
by life’
– Amen!
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Thank you so much!
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Lovely refreshing poem about rain. Adore the accompanying image too 🙂
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I’m glad you enjoyed it, thank you 😊
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I absolutely loved the last stanza! We are cleansed by the rain, through our trials, and that raising your lips to the sky to drink the rain to me speaks of accepting everything life has to offer as it is all a gift in the end! 💝
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Beautifully written take on cleansing rain!
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Thank you!!
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Oh, this is lovely, especially the opening stanza!
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Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it 🌻
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I love your use of rain and finding the balance between its melancholy and soothing sweetness.
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This is exquisitely woven 😀 I love; “Rain drops find my fingertips and linger
between my umbrella and me reminding my dry hair of the way the elements feel
washing over my exposed shoulders.”💝💝
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