Embracing Rain

Indeed, Beki. Indeed. Superb poem. I offer one suggestion, as someone dear to me has helped me with my bare-boned poetry... leaving out the *the's* as they aren't needed.. *infusing air*.. *earth's lips*.. *the colors of rain*... Much love, Anna "If you have come to help me, you are wasting your time. But if you have come because your liberation is wound up in mine, then let us work together." Aboriginal Activist Group, Queensland, 1970's

The term freeform writing appears to mean many things to many poets but the most infuriating thing is the lack (deliberate or otherwise) of punctuation. If you do not know how to use it then I would suggest you learn but if you do know and ommited on purpose then I cannot understand why you would... Without punctuation this lacks any kind of form or identity it is just a garbled mess of words. It makes the reader read faster skipping the almost sweet sound of the water falling. Most poetry is best served slowly with every word savoured like a delicate wine, This is served with the force of a few vodka shots on a binge drinking session. By the use of punctuation it is possible to bring more meaning to the words you write and earn more respect for the message you are trying to convey. I smell it coming now; sweet dampness, infusing the air! drizzle floats, dropping slowly; to gently kiss the lips of the earth.

Just like poetry....to bring about *discussion*.... For me, too much punctuation detracts and is no longer *free style* I do agree with the first one... except I would not use a semi-colon, just a comma. The comma sets the mood and timbre of this piece. What say ye Poet? Again, the poem is beautiful, any which way it is *punctuated*. ~A "If you have come to help me, you are wasting your time. But if you have come because your liberation is wound up in mine, then let us work together." Aboriginal Activist Group, Queensland, 1970's

Embracing Rain ... This is really peaceful read , I enjoyed it , felt much calmer after reading .. hope you and Omi are still whirling dervishes in dance ... much love and hugz Jayne x x "We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves. Lynn Hall" ...

I loved your poem... and I love the smell of rain coming! I like the use of no punctuation too, it allows the reader the latitude of emphasis... also, it is the words that make the poem powerful, not the punctuation. Although, at times the lack of, or the over-use of can make for a very hard to read piece, that isn't what you have here... you used other lines and line breaks to determine pauses which directs the read... I did like Anna's suggestion about leaving out the "the" in places... it would make a tighter poem... well done Beki. Richard

Love the theme, the title, and the premise of this great Poem! It allows the reader to actually feel the essence of the rain as it replenishes the very soul of the Earth! Great job!

We've had rather a lot of rain during the last weeks, so it has started to be a nuisance. You have just brought me back a little of its inherent magic, my sweet fairy. I feel the "the" in front of "earth" could be left out, it's either that or a "the" in front of "air", too, to be nitpicky about consistence ;) Otherwise, I drank in every word (like a child that sticks out its tongue to catch some rain drops). Much love, ~Nina

It tantalized me, Beki. Now a days it is so hot here, always sunny but I enjoyed this rainy poem a lot. Made me feel the rain, specially the smell of it was wonderful ;) Glad to see you back. Great job... And Nina, WoW... ( I drank in every word (like a child that sticks out its tongue to catch some rain drops). What a sweet and lovely image!! Love for that! Sincerely, Wafi "Culture, location and beliefs; All vanish with love!" ~Afzal Shauq~

I don't read others comments before commenting myself it keeps me focused on the poem but I can't say that it did take a while to get down here lol so im guessing people liked this as well. your piece is very familiar to me because I live in the great northwest where it rains all the time here and your words bring the smell of rain back even as I am sitting in a 90 degree summer day here. my favorite part is, of course, sweet dampness infuses air drizzle floats dropping slowly to gently kiss Earth’s lips If you live in this place you can learn to read the colours of rain as time and time again over and over it falls it adds and alters form. this sets lovely vivions in my head. I almost miss it but can wait a couple more weeks before it will return. -diatom shells