When rain returns the barren land Is filled with blooms we all can see, A resurrection mystery, A pouring that we understand As blessings from an open hand. A year ago we doubted. Look! There’s water flowing in the brook. Those ways we’ve turned from have somehow Been transformed into nothing now Like drivel from an unread book.
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge where the challenge is to use the word “look” as the C rhyme in a poem with rhyme scheme ABBAACCDDC.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
Annual changing seasons 💜
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Thank you, Willow!
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💜💜
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Such a beautiful, hopeful poem!
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Thank you, Crystal!
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Beautiful to look back on the year and see what blessings have poured from an open hand. Even in this present darkness, there is much hope to see.
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There is hope. Thank you, Mary!
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skilful & best of all,
reading (seemingly)
as if it just poured
through your fingers.
xo
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It somewhat did, though I had to sleep on it to be sure. Thank you, Nick!
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Ah, good ol’ sleep!
zzz
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You are a master of this form Frank. And I like the feeling of renewal here. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe! I do like the four beats per line and the scattered rhyme pattern.
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You’re really good with this form, Frank–and I love every word.
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Thank you! I am glad you liked this.
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I like everything you write–especially ones like this with a message.
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Beautiful poem ❤️❤️
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Thank you!
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