Dire, verse two, Rain

[Kornelia]

Thin sound of clarity when rain starts to fall.
Porcelain droplets clutch at fields and treetops.
Violet solar fingers trace the lines of each reflection.
Dawn awakens us
Almost as if each sound will be formed once more.

It gathers itself as wind strokes through treetops shaking the branches.
Shaking the light from the branches enticing the trees with an aura of cloud.
This curtain of rain travels skies and spheres where broken starlight offers
us knowledge .

It carries the tears of the univere, the sighs of the sun
There is a blueprint of lifelines to follow
Sacred scars anointed with ancient wounds dried in this light

These hemispheres have no name. They are of rotating formation.
Each breath begins again in the stillness of reflection.
All is of sight and of sound
After this stillness, we will learn to speak again

Copyright © Kornelia | Year Posted 2017

[INFPoet]

Hmm. Thought-provoking. Has a gentle simpleness to it while at the same time being very profound. The ending two lines are probably my favorite. I like this. Well done.

~INFPoet

[BarryC]

an awesome piece -well done

[tangerinepie]

Very beautiful, the word choices were brilliant and I felt lifted into many dimensions.The last verse completed the poem perfectly..Adored this piece..Tangie..

[moe]

This piece has a quality that I cannot quite identify something I cannot quite grasp A Je nais sa qua if you will.
I quite enjoyed it however. The word choices were, to say the least, inspired!

[Kornelia]

Well, this is such astonishing news :-) :-)
I am thrilled and more than pleased that my poem is chosen for the spotlight
This is a series of poems about the eelements of nature. I have often wondered how rain travels through the
atmosphere. How much knowledge it contains. Nature is like a compass to me
Thank you all so far, really appreciate all your feedback and kind words
brightest of greetings
Kornelia