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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Rainy Days of Spring

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She loves the rainy days of spring
She dances out the kitchen door
To twirl and splash while robins sing
She loves the rainy days of spring
Much more than flowers, showers bring
the fragrance of sweet petrichor
She loves the rainy days of spring
She dances out the kitchen door.

submitted  for   Day 23 triolets, of NaPoWri Mo,

5 comments:

Brian Miller said...

i rather like the smell of rain as well...and dancing in the rain of course...though i dont mind the flowers either...but if we could get rid of the grass growing i would be completely fine...ha

Buddah Moskowitz said...

I loved the form and the repetition- this is beautiful and simple. Loved this.

not displayed said...

I love the rain as well, except on washing day

Anonymous said...

This is such a fun triolet for spring!

Vandana Sharma said...

I too love the rainy days, makes my heart leap boundaries, this poem is just very real, loved it!!!