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After the Rain
Diamonds settle on mounds
of Dianthus while
sparrows splash with joy
in sparkling puddles.
Fresh scents suffuse morning
light: lemon
honeysuckle, spice.
Verbena and persimmon.
Today, I touch the moment
but think of yesterdays
when once we walked
in rain and sand beneath
a canopy of stars
we tried in vain to count.
The promises you made
did not endure forever.
And now, alone, I ponder
life transformed by dew.
Taste the sweetness of
tomorrow and a memory.
Linked to One Stop Poetry’s One Shot Wednesday: http://onestoppoetry.com where, if you take the time to browse, you’ll discover some wonderful poetry.
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 
“Taste the sweetness of
tomorrow and a memory.”
this is a really lovely poem with a gentleness and poignancy that suit the rhythm beautifully.
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Ohhhh!
Just last week it had rained in the morning and I had dreamt of my 1st crush.. I had woken up sobbing! Your words took me back to the moment!
It’s about to rain again- and I am not sad- not anymore…….
Sunday Hugs xox
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this morning i was up at 5:00am
uneasy
lately i’ve been struggling
in my every day life
i’ve been up and down
emotionally
so
this morning i tended my garden
watered my hanging flowers
edged my lawn
washed my walks
sat in my backyard
& sipped a cup of coffee
while i smoked a cigar
things i do to regain my balance
to bring tranquility
it helped somewhat
then
i went upstairs
got on line
& read some poems
i’m glad i found u
this morning
ur are my dew
peace & love
my sister
este
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Thank you, Esteban. I hope the day settled in to a peaceful flow.
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Oh, this is lovely, Victoria. Today’s views reflect to a time of hope, and a time of disappointment. So tenderly handled.
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There is joy in those dew drops settled on leaves that sparkle like diamonds as the sun shines it’s eminence onto them.
Taste the sweetness of
tomorrow and a memory.
that’s like it, it’s sweet, you’re hopeful!
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You captured alone perfectly. Loved this if I didn’t identify with it 🙂
Great write!!!!!!!!!!! Great skill!!!!!!!!
http://henryclemmonspoet.blogspot.com/2011/06/self-portrait.html
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Lovely!
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Excellent balance between lush physical detail, and the tied in mental processes, memory, reverie, resolution. Enjoyed it, esp the sensory overload in the second stanza.
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Enveloped in sadness.. and yet, the faint glow of hope in the end makes it soooo worth our while, doesn’t it?
You’ve expressed this feeling really beautifully, Victoria…
HUGS!!!
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i love to watch the earth after a good rain, its so pure and clean, is not it?
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Can’t live in the past, but have to embrace it a little as we move on at the same time, nice one!
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Today, I touch the moment
but think of yesterdays
when once we walked
in rain and sand beneath …
this is so beautiful! Sad in a way that the promise from yesterday wasn’t kept,
but don’t we all have some of those promises to make us think of the rain …
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Wonderful thoughts Victoria. Love your imagery..
Someone is Special
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Wonderful assonance and imagery, playful joy of language drawn to a somber close. Yet even in the end I sense hope, or chose to read it that way.
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I enjoy this poem all the more after reading “Broken Promises”. Life is always so beautiful, even when it’s terrible.
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Beautifully sad. Starts off with a diamond and ends with a memory. sigh. Succinct sensory writing.
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The imagery is vivid, positive, enticing. The emotion, surprisingly and effectively juxtaposed. Excellent construction.
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Your poetry is sublime, Victoria. I like the photo, too. Blessings to you…
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Fresh !! reading this made me so so good !! 🙂
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Beautiful, Victoria–your words are lovely. A touch of melancholy mixed with sweet hope.
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the detail in the opening relates well to being in the moment. we can appreciate our past but to stay there will rob us of our future…nice verse…
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Lovely and sad. Yesterday’s promise not kept…..
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Victoria—is this you?
It is so sweet…just a nice verse and lovely photo. I think…maybe this is what poetry should be—so sugary…but that’s me
Jaye
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Sad and melancholy… but life goes on. Beautiful picture and blog ~
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Very thoughtful. Thank you. And I like the image you chose to go with it.
Siggi in still sunny Downeast Maine
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