The dying daisy bows her head
And sends a prayer up to the sky.
The fading grass has done it's best
To face the thirst and just survive.
Oh rain, oh rain, where are you now?
Dear God, please do not let us die.
We dream of rivers raining down
Drowning out our thirsty cry.
How little shade there is today,
But Hope - it numbs our thirst for now.
Oh Miracle disguised as rain;
Dear God please send an ocean down.
And sends a prayer up to the sky.
The fading grass has done it's best
To face the thirst and just survive.
Oh rain, oh rain, where are you now?
Dear God, please do not let us die.
We dream of rivers raining down
Drowning out our thirsty cry.
How little shade there is today,
But Hope - it numbs our thirst for now.
Oh Miracle disguised as rain;
Dear God please send an ocean down.
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Akin to Dickenson
Delany, your style reminds me of Emily Dickenson, in that you seem to prefer rhymed quartets and capitalize words of particular importance. This particular piece, especially in the echo of the final line, held the ring of a Negro spiritual, to my ears at least. I like the imagery you use and the finish. Great job.
I admit that the only poetry
I admit that the only poetry I was reading at the time I wrote this was Emily Dickinson's.
“Fairy Tales are more than true; not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.” - G.K. Chesterton
Very nice
Very nice
"There are no great men of God. There are only pitiful, sorry men whose God is great beyond measure." - Paul Washer [originally Jonathan Edwards]