Its Raining A Beautiful Song Of Spring

Its raining, i see a rainbow for me, awaits
crystal droplets pour from the heavens gates
the orchids, roses, grass beds are glistering
the blossomed scene, a dancing me, reminiscing

Its raining, i feel the warmth of the sun
its leakage of rays, in golden shower has begun
darling buds of may, my deep anticipation
the gentle breeze ignites my tender passion

Its raining, i hear wind chines in the distance
buzzing bees, butterfly's, the pleasures immense
coupled birds of paradise join me in chorus
serene and mellow, some lyrics so melodious

Its raining, i smell the crisp earths crust
the nurturing grass lands, the breeze airiest
crushed out of flowers in spring that bloom
the essence, the fragrance of rich perfume

Its raining, never have i savored, so tantalizing
a scrumptiously prepared meal of picturesque spring
ingredients of crystals, rainbows, sun rays and ecstasy
blended with fragrance, bees and blossoms in serenity

by Angelic(Annie) Female

Comments (3)

I have no idea why this is ranked so low: this poem starts academic and shifts and shifts and ends personal, and in the course of doing so demonstrates its thesis of creating tension by bringing about the unexpected, which the poem does so masterfully through the use of internal rhyme and natural diction. While at times prosaic, telling instead of showing, the three layers at which it operates is very tasteful in my opinion: and how it ultimately ends with a very personal, intimate interaction is so Pastan. We are showed that even tension is just a tool, and that what is really worth writing about is true human experience. This poem shows why Linda Pastan is a great in my opinion.
Yes.... And this is poetry! Nice work, Linda. dan
Beautiful. There is so much more inspiration to be found in life that in the rule books Hugs Anna xxx