Three Days Of Rain Poem by Lamont Palmer
Three Days Of Rain
Drenched assumptions were all we had.
It was alright, she said,
for umbrellas to be panaceas,
where tears reverberated
vociferously: a dark evening
never shows itself fully.
Its gotten gray and hopefully
peaceful. I won't refuse to
seek dryness in your sexy flat,
but I'll follow to all points
mute; ignoring the drama
of panes under attack.
My own clouds form. Roofs are
slanted like opinions:
just the right amount of strength,
as I love the cut of yours,
your skin, the screen upon which
David Lynch films are viewed,
decidedly surreal, if one fears
the residue of joy, because
someday, joy may die like diffident plants.
A shelter from the down pour of a great rainfall. The roofs and window panes being pelted up and down from the force of the rain. Finding a dry place in the company of a beautiful woman adds to the effect. Very good!
a very good write someday joy may die like different plants. too much over watering is not good.
Quite impressive Sir, balance, well structured and specially the last stanza.....Superbly crafted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 1:45:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This makes me think of the Don Hall quote about self-editing, cutting back. Example: My own clouds form: Roofs are/ slanted opinions/ the right amount of strength. it's gray and hopefully peaceful