[Cafe Writing March April Project : http://www.cafewriting.com/2009/03/marchapril-2009-project-in-the-garden/ Option One : Poetry Weather means more when you have a garden. There’s nothing like listening to a shower and thinking how it is soaking in around your green beans. ~Marcelene Cox Using the quotation above as your inspiration, write a poem (any form is fine) about weather meaning more. ] [Photo By : wGGta on Flickr] S plattery Splat Splattery Spalt, The rain drops drummed on the window pane. The sun and clouds in mortal fight, No Longer scorched the soil remains. Croakery Croak Croakery Croak, the big green frog in my garden cries. Pussycat dear from his noon nap woke, the time is here to mince more mice. Rickety Rock Rickety rock, Under my burden the wooden chair grunts. And a mug of cream and coffee thick, Would you wish or anymore want? Screakery Squeak Screakery Squeak, I hear the hinge on the farmhouse door. A howling wind unab
:) Loved the picture... Especially the reflection of the cross. And me, ever the keen observer, and ever the philosopher, also couldn't help but notice that God is not visible in the reflection :O.. Interpretation of that is left to the imagination of the reader I guess!
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did not understand.
ReplyDelete@ chandan :simple thing why God is not there in the reflection- the back side of the cross doesn't have the image of Jesus!!
ReplyDelete@ david : went through you r blog. Its sad such things happen. have a nice day!!
@Priya : There's nothing to understand :P
Just a photo.
Is this the only hope left for us ?
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