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Life's Individuality

 "Life's Individuality "

 

I was a raindrop falling, falling down
from atop the tallest  tree

I fell and as did I saw 

all the world before me

 

reflecting warmth and cool

shining bright and dull

distorted world oscillating 

like the creative act of a jewel

 

dark the needles of the pine

divided me in two

then on we went just down, down, 

down and slid along a grass leaf

 

green through all my light

leading to the mire 

there to rest among the rest of 

all the raindrops of the year

 

no longer one, the only one

a part of the great mass

of objects, spaces, seen

now conglomerated in the stream 

 

of rushing waters, steam

I saw the world just as it is

this rounded globe of life

how strange and wild

 

how sad yet mild

a journey done

I am not one but many many others too 

all of one piece of nature..................you.


— Nordic cloud, Feb 23, 2009

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Region, Country: Oslo and Flatdal, Norway., NOR

Favorite Poets: Too daunting this.

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Morgana Tragic Proprietress

Morgana Tragic…

17 years 3 months ago

Life's Individuality

I really like this one...I dig the imagery of rain and having all of the world surrounding you. It's simple yet nice. Reminds me of a gentle summer rain and standing outside as it falls...
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LissaMine

17 years 3 months ago

Raindrops 5/5

I always thought that raindrops were tear shaped.. And it was likely that it would rain on the day you lost someone. It rained on my wedding day.. shoulda been a clue... lol I hold it true, whatever befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
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Ink Dragon

17 years 3 months ago

Ann,

this poem is everything but simple! I love it very much, beautiful symbolism! Please doublecheck the first stanza again, there was a typo in line three. I would also like to suggest moving the "down" from line 2 to line 1. Yours, ~Nina
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

17 years 3 months ago

You are so right dear Nina

Thank you for pointing that out to me, the moving of the word 'down', even one of the falling's would have been better moved than as it was, but yours is best. I shall follow your good advice. The typo, is that what you call THAT? What fun, I am learning the jargon of poets, as you are a scholar of such and as such to be revered. One gets blind sometimes as the network of word-thoughts is thrown onto the 'page' almost subconsciously and can get garbled in the process. My mother wrote long letters to me once or twice a week and even wrote under the glue of the air-mails those horrid thin things we used to use, she was always ahead of her pen in her mind and that resulted in unreadable, except to the few initiated, writing. My aunt, her sister (who was the one responsible for translating the Nordic Saga's into English) wrote totally illegibly and her father was out-of-this-world.......Their speech was as hurried and therefore difficult to follow too, and NON-STOP, wow. So if being brought up in a talking family makes it easier to play with words I am thankful, but it was a bit much sometimes drowning my own thoughts, and I was shy and quiet compared with all the others in my family. Was!!! You see, I've got going here again! Love to you Nina from Ann
Race_9togo

Race_9togo

17 years 3 months ago

Ann

How beautiful this piece is. I found myself absorbed, and seeing such an ordinary thing from a completely different perspective. It would be fascinating to see the rest of the journey, the evaporation, return to the sea, etc. Great write Respectfully Jim P.S. Your aunt translated the Sagas into English? Important work, not only from a cultural standpoint, but also historical, considering how historically accurate they have turned out to be. "Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

17 years 3 months ago

Thank you moonman

Even the moon is reflected on the raindrop that falls in the night, or the aurora borealis in the northern hemisphere its rainbows of coloured light, sometimes. Last night Holmenkollen ski jump opposite was shrouded with a long thin cloud with the pale blue of one floodlight at one part and an orange light in another part, the cloud acting like a fine filter of frosted glass. Later when I got up at 2 am. the sky was pale grey-blue, with a touch of purple and with milky stripes of white cloud, the moon lit up the snow in an eerie mellow light. I never tire of the ever changing world seen through my water colour eyes. But this I started writing to thank you all for being so positive about my poem, it may even need a little more fiddling with the words I think? You are all so fine and friendly I enjoy your confidence in my efforts. Yes the ordinary from another perspective is perhaps a summing up of my way of looking at the phenomena of the world around me, never bored with seeing it in a new way. Thank you all from Ann of Norway.
themoonman

themoonman

17 years 3 months ago

Ann...

a wonderful journey each raindrop endures... great metaphor for individuality of life... love the ending line...leaves me wet with the knowledge of rain and the streams together we form... I read your comments, you might want to edit the one to Jim, I was flattered but he may not be...lol.... Richard