Rain has to qualify, this one
won't make the cut.
Tickling doesn't count, I whisper
around an untouched pillow. Gentle
was for hippies. Quaint
term to google. Oh, but it is sweet
to lie comforted by your refusal
to give in to the urge to pound.
So good, you turned in your drum.
Sometimes play brushes, I hear,
when not filling in. Tickling
your night gig? Feel you
on my skin, flesh feathers
make me entertain the hope
that you, at least, will stay
your sweet self. Only tickle
until I blush. Feed me,
sweet rain. Hum something silly.
Hum Purple Rain. I cracked
the window. Slip in and we'll pretend
to be here for each other. Have all
the sugar we want. No cavities.
Tickling never turns to torture,
thunder is only air clapping
far, far away. Closing my eyes.
Even smell sweet. Come here.
©) Phyllis Jean Green, 2006
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|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
Poetic magnificence comes in "Candy Rain".
Keep them coming, Poet, the world must read You!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen
|Sweet Pea... Candy rain, indeed! So sweet and sticky, raining on bared substance of something-essence...
A Masterpiece, in my mind, Pea-girl! Love the way you lovingly crucify/adore all selves/self. Candy lover, nevertheless.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
|Reviewed by Victoria Murray
|Loved this one! Thanks for sharing.
|Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero
|"thunder is only air clapping" Only YOU could write that line! There's a child in you who continues to bless us with endless imagination.
|Reviewed by Carole Mathys
|What a delicious way to see rain, love it Pea...I wonder what kind is in the puddles in my yard?
love and peace...Carole
|Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher
|A beautiful write, loved it,
Birgit and Roger
|Reviewed by M.Bennett Hooper (Mikii)
|Lovely, loving it. Candy rain, yeah. Peace, love and blessings.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Intriquing images here that remind me of lying on the banks of a stream in the heat of summer neath that gentle rain. Perhaps the old hippie in me coming out.
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|You are a trip Pea;-)... A rain to remember! Beautiful work!
|Reviewed by Saul Logan
|very well written; I am still just in awe of everything in this one...|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Awesome imagery in this feel good write--well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Rosemarie Skaine
|Ah, to dream. Very well said. R|