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On such a day can I tell her? The mail that was never sent to Tisha! It is raining since morning--though not torrential but incessant--no respite! And this seems to be the time to come out of the labyrinth of memory! To tell her something not told before! Here is the text of the unwritten and unsent mail posted for her to read and ponder! And who else can say it better than my favorite poet? "On such a day can I tell someone In such a dark and dense downpour On such a day, can I bare my soul Amidst the rumbling roar of clouds, this unceasing drizzle of rain, this sun bereft deep duskiness None other there be, to hear those words In seclusion and solitude Face to face be, the two of us Heavy of heart in deep sorrow Incessant tears streaking the skies None other there be, as if it were. Worldly matters, pretence they are Deception, is the daily din Gazing into each other’s eyes Sipping sweet nectar from therein One heart reaching out to another All else fades into the dark Offence is it, to anyone Unburden my heart, if I can In this deluge, once if I can, Sit down in a quiet little nook Few words if I say to the one Matter does it, to anyone? The wind speeds in desperation Lightning flashes from time to time Those words that have, in this lifetime Still remained within, in my mind Those are the words that I may tell Today in this dark and dense downpour."           |
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May be, now Tisha has many to bare their souls to her!
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big storm is forecast for tomorrow, for sure sad thoughts trouble the mind.Absolutely, the proper study of mankind is man. . It's raining here today, and for sure sad thoughts trouble the mind.
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Thank you so much Archer for your wonderful Post. Yes, Big storm forecast was for tomorrow! Thank God. Depression Fades Into Low Pressure, To Weaken Further. Thanks again Archer!
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I hope you won't have floods. It's still raining here with fresh snow in the mountains and snow and ice warnings on higher ground. Take care.
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On a day like these I grab my fuzzy blanket I keep on the couch I sit on to read. I call it "my 5 minute blanket" as that is about how long I can stay awake when I pull it up.
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A very melancholy poem seems to fit well the stormy weather. I really enjoyed the photos. I like rain, within reason that is..... but not when it is accompanied with high winds. The first picture really intrigues me. Umbrellas hanging so high would not seem to do much to deter the rain in the market so they must be for decoration...... or are they there for sale? Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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12/10/2017 3:30 pm |
Hello Look.......The poem seemed sad but I like it. The pictures are wonderful too.
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On a day like these I grab my fuzzy blanket I keep on the couch I sit on to read. I call it "my 5 minute blanket" as that is about how long I can stay awake when I pull it up.
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A very melancholy poem seems to fit well the stormy weather. I really enjoyed the photos. I like rain, within reason that is..... but not when it is accompanied with high winds. The first picture really intrigues me. Umbrellas hanging so high would not seem to do much to deter the rain in the market so they must be for decoration...... or are they there for sale?
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Hello Look.......The poem seemed sad but I like it. The pictures are wonderful too.
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I hope you won't have floods. It's still raining here with fresh snow in the mountains and snow and ice warnings on higher ground. Take care.
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12/11/2017 10:32 am |
Hello Look Look... I like the verse... and I can feel the mood. That place is familiar to most of us - we passed through at some time during our lives. The photos you posted are wonderful... I love a rainy day and I live in the right part of the world ... I'm looking forward to it
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Hello Look Look... I like the verse... and I can feel the mood. That place is familiar to most of us - we passed through at some time during our lives. The photos you posted are wonderful... I love a rainy day and I live in the right part of the world ... I'm looking forward to it
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Thanks for stopping by and also for leaving your comments here on my blog page. I appreciate. When did you become a member of this site? Nice to see you here after such a long time! Stay well and Cheerful
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Happy holidays to you LookLook1 The poem has a lot of sadness to it. But the brightness of the pictures following the poem lightened the mood. I particularly liked the one of the umbrellas. It looks like they were put there for advertisement. They are beautiful umbrellas. It reminds me of days here in Vancouver when you see all the umbrellas over the people as they line up in the que at the bus top except the umbrellas tend to be black. When I moved to Vancouver 42 years ago I vividly recall all those umbrellas on a very wet rainy day in November. It was a different sight than what I had been used to where I was living prior to moving to Vancouver.
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Happy holidays to you LookLook1 The poem has a lot of sadness to it. But the brightness of the pictures following the poem lightened the mood. I particularly liked the one of the umbrellas. It looks like they were put there for advertisement. They are beautiful umbrellas. It reminds me of days here in Vancouver when you see all the umbrellas over the people as they line up in the que at the bus top except the umbrellas tend to be black. When I moved to Vancouver 42 years ago I vividly recall all those umbrellas on a very wet rainy day in November. It was a different sight than what I had been used to where I was living prior to moving to Vancouver. Stay well and take care. Merry Christmas and wishing you also a joyous 2018 .
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Lovely poem LookLook. Those pictures are fantastic, love them. It's raining here in Ireland too. Miserable grey cold and dreary . Enjoy the rest of the festive season.
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Lovely poem LookLook. Those pictures are fantastic, love them. It's raining here in Ireland too. Miserable grey cold and dreary . Enjoy the rest of the festive season.
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