Imagining...

"I become the rain pounding on the roof" "the cold distance between planets" The is absolutely beautiful. This poem has to be be the best one you have written I'm not going to suggest anything other than keep writing them this way. Very different for you. Chrys

Man you nailed it. I felt like I was reading Hermann Hesse. Excellent poem!

i would love to hear this read.

This is definitely different for you - I don't know where it came from, but write more! The delivery is great and the images are perfect! Great work! Best, Ronda

Great write especially liked um, er, ALL of it!

Love it. Imagining understanding makes my head hurt, what a great image, captures that feeling perfectly of when you are starting to write something or study a subject that you have no clue about and even the thought of it overwhelms you. I really like this poem.

and timely! Definitely the best of yours I have read, congrats on the well-earned spotlight! Timely because I am trying to wrap my head around another of those science books that provoke occasional poetic outbursts from me, this one being on extra-terrestial life. cheers, Jess

Richard Jess's comment said what i think so well, the thought and creativity is quite brilliant, (Applauding & clapping), Very well done, Very Best Regards, Peter ~~~~~~~~~Creativity Is to think more efficiently~~~~~~~~~~

Congrats.......... Peter ~~~~~~~~~Creativity Is to think more efficiently~~~~~~~~~~

That is quite a poem sir. I find I get lost in my imaginings also. Poets are a different breed, what goes through our minds spews out the tips of our fingers onto the paper and for a while, at least, the buildup of pressure is released. Well done. Rett

I really enjoyed this poem; it stimulates the imagination wonderfully well!

Smiles:) Barbara imagining understanding, I become the rain pounding on the roof, the beep beep of the clock. Great imagination. Deserving of spotlight

Congrats on the spotlight this is a great write and would/does sound very powerful when read aloud. The only thing that i question is your clock going "beep, beep"....guess it depends on the clock of course but mine are more of a "tick, tack or tock or click". Keith

another poem I would have missed if not for the spotlight... sheesh! anna scribbles... PAY ATTENTION. must be all those achy breaky headachy uncontrolled frenzied thoughts that never fit inside my head... just right... and i can't bear it. ;-) congrats dear, a remarkable poem!

If I told you what wakes me up in the mornings, I'd have to kill you. ;-) I think poets are the most generous of heart... we don't do to one another what we would not have done to us... the beginnings of peace. Love, Anna

and I become the rain pounding the roof. The beep beep of the clock, You have captured a bit of zen here. Brief but powerful. Take care ... Leonard

Understanding "understanding" is such a vast, infinite thought...yeah, I can see a headache brewing. Have to agree with what's been said so far. Especially Leonard's comment: "brief but powerful" And I love the line: "the cold distance between planets." It fits well with the unattainable void of understanding that...we can never possibly understand everything. Well done! Peace! Kim (GreenBean)

"I feel the pebbles through the tires.." and be it tilt-telescopic or high-rise chrome the distance of thoughts under bell jar atmospheres I pass through I have been brought back there my freind by the magic of your persuasion Sincercely This is tremendous!! O

But like wise, You have become part of that, in which you discribe, others take great stock of your time and feelings and comments, I know that i have grown from being here and sharing thoughts and words with people like yourself, Best Regards Take care........... Peter ~~~~~~~~~Creativity Is to think more efficiently~~~~~~~~~~

Very cool and quirky, liked the imagery of rain drumming on the roof...

You created that little moment when time stops, with this one. Respectfully, Jim "Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race

Richard, firstly, this is probably my favourite poem I have ever read, and I wouldn’t say such a statement if it wasn’t true. I think you know me by now, if I didn’t like it I would have told you, and why. The headache is powerful and sets the emotion and discomfort of the poem. The only way to get away from the frustration is to write. Every writer out there can connect with that. It is just a temporary get away from reality. I’ll jump a line if I may. Continuing with this isolation of writing in the early hours is this most exquisite stanza: the cold distance between planets and I am frozen to the marrow That can only be a line that comes from the mind of a writer caught between day and night…I call it the inspirational void. Now forgetting my passion for rain, the line “and I become the rain pounding the roof”, is simply sublime. The image that one line offers is just out of this world. I was always going to relate to that line with my own obsession of rain, but the line is just…well…I just don’t have the right words to give it the words to give it justice. I can picture that clock (digital, since it went beep, and not tick), the time is 4am. The poem up to this point is complete, you can’t possibly get any better than that…or so I thought! I feel the pebbles through the tires and mingle with the road, the pain is still there, and right in your head, throbbing to get out. Utterly perfect! I do hope you don’t mind, but I have printed this poem off and have it pinned to the wall in my office…I have read it over and over today. I am not sure you appreciate how good this is! have you entered it into a competition? Thank you for sending me in the direction of this poem…I am left quite affected by it…in a good uplifting kind of way. You are the man! HS ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "With all that I am and all that I could be, I walk this earth and yet nobody sees me".