rain falls

rain falls
and when it falls
it falls
not as rain
but as tears
at first as
a misting of the eyes
the mountains once so clear
are covered in a film
a haze that hides the
purple blue of the eye
and yellow of the heathered
broom
it fills the streams
that flow gurgling
from bog to
inner lake and
as you wipe your eyes
tears stream and fall
as rocks over rivulets
do flow
all words are impossible
and silence falls
as the night
and the streams
still flow unseen
but not unheard



Poetry by Peter Humphreys The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-11-15 at 17:30

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Zoya Zaidi
Dear peter, The rain of tears does wash the woes of heart...
Lovely analogy!
(((hugs)))
Love,
Zoya
2009-12-16


jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
once again bookmarked.
i take your poems out to read on grey days :)
2009-11-16


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2009-11-16


Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
Great analogies here. Really enjoyed the read.
2009-11-16


NicholasG
please excuse my omitting the 's' in Humphreys Peter. It is due to the recession!
Nick
2009-11-15


NicholasG
...and every now and then there is a drop that sparkles more than the rest...and Peter Humphrey has put pen to paper.
2009-11-15


protean
indescribably beautiful work...i love "a misting of the eyes" and "yellow of the heathered broom" and really the whole thing. genius!
2009-11-15


shells
Loved the parallels of tears and rain, I especially enjoyed the last six lines and of course the rest of it!
2009-11-15