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posted by
star4sky5
on December 7, 2006 at 4:23 PM
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Enjoyed it! Almost a poetic primal scream.
posted by
Antonionioni
on December 7, 2006 at 12:41 PM
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Superb use of rain as a catalyst for cleansing and finding strength.
posted by
Troosha
on December 7, 2006 at 9:10 AM
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Nightmajik ... You can ... Very beautiful poem.
posted by
Chilitree
on December 7, 2006 at 5:47 AM
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Majik
open honest and beautiful
posted by
SoloVale
on December 7, 2006 at 5:28 AM
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Nightmajik - your description of your walk reminds me of Jim Valvano's
ESPY speech in 1993. Sounds like you were alive.
posted by
FreeManWalking
on December 7, 2006 at 5:23 AM
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NightMajik, living in the Pacific Northwest, I've become a connossieur of
rain, the way Eskimos are said to have 15 words for snow. There is the soft, misty drizzle that feels so good on my skin, the soft light on my sensitive eyes.
The freezing downpours, though I only wish to avoid. It's the in-between times, the breaks in the clouds, when everything smells so good and fresh and pure as though washed by God himself in a sort of rebirth, that I love. No, I love it all.
posted by
Blanche.
on December 7, 2006 at 4:35 AM
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Nightmajik, Nothing is more honest, rhythmic or colorful as the rain. And
keeps us on the straight and narrow.
Nice work.
posted by
kingmi
on December 7, 2006 at 3:43 AM
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