“Let the rain kiss you.” Langston Hughes
Autumn Days The air hung in thick threads, heavy and wet, pressing into my empty thrumming temples, all the while the humid demon possessing my skin in a slick of salt that would never be expunged, dissolving into the fabric of my dreams over the longest time and shaping my inward cries in search of nothing, existing in the in-between, pulled by junctures and polarities, raising my arms to the sky, touching horizons, floating into the place beyond, waiting for the ring of thunder and the catharsis of rain deep in my soul that washes the world weariness from the creases of my mind. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Wow
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Many thanks Cheryl.
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Beautiful poem.
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Much appreciated Rupali.
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YES
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🙂 many thanks Lisa.
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WOW wow wow.
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Thank you so much Zelda.
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You’re most welcome.
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An excellent text written in one sentence: I really like it.
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Thank you very much for that John.
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Wonderful imagery, Paul. I love the rise and fall of the words.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Love that you guys are having autumn while we are entering Spring. Autumn is my favorite season! Loved the quote at the top – ““Let the rain kiss you.” Langston Hughes” Reminds me of the one I love about rain and more i.e. relationships – Some people feel rain – while others just get wet!
Chuck
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I also only can write “Wow!” Meets my feelings! 😉 Michael
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Thank you so much Michael.
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Wow great poem – another one to publish
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Thank you so much.
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