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RAINY DAY RAG
These discarded faded rags
Reminiscence of past struggles
Pains that once drowned me
In an ocean of nothingness
The renewed ugly condition
Brings back bitter tang of air
That once boomed in my throat
And choked my frail lungs
On a rainy day, abandoned tattered clothes
Are worn by those who discarded them
Look down O! Child of calamity
An echo from within, rocks me softly
With a little touch of amusement
As I wear the rags to clean the filth
Bitter leaf soup turns ironically sweet
The bee offers honey and a sting
Secreted bile beats the heart faster
Good can come out of a bad situation
On a rainy day, abandoned tattered clothes
Are worn by those who discarded them
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Inspired by an article in an old manuscript, It reads:, AXIOMS OF PERFECTION, In the physical order – In the realization of the dream of beauty, In the moral order – In the realization of the dream of love, In the intellectual order – In the realization of dream of poetry, In the spiritual order – In the realization of the dream of the mystics
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t. reflexion
Wed, 2011-09-21 17:20
Hi Rosi
Thank you for the comments. This piece came as a reflection on an old saying which is adapted as a refrain in this piece when I needed to clean a dusty room. I searched amongst my discarded rags to wear for the occasion. It brought back the days I wore the cloth to party and work.
The setting was in the village which gave the original version of the refrain the relevance and is dated back beyond my memory. A farmer wears his or her rags to arrange things in the farm blown by wind before the rain and same for a leaking thatched roof and so the saying was born. Best wishes.
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author commentt. reflexion
Wed, 2011-09-21 17:50
Thank you
The village has much to offer for poems and songs. Best wishes
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A rekindled faith - Dancing in the Light
author commentLadderwords
Tue, 2011-09-20 21:49
Stanza 4 reminds me that I
Stanza 4 reminds me that I need to clean my apartment. I enjoyed the poem, but found the repetition of the third stanza unnecessary; it would and does make a simple yet wonderful conclusion for the poem. That being said, having the stanza repeat as the conclusion adds a lyrical quality to the work. The title of the poem reminds me of a White Stripes song entitled "Rag and Bone" give it a listen if ya have a chance.
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J.A. Fisher
t. reflexion
Wed, 2011-09-21 17:34
Appreciation...
I am glad you like the piece and your comments are good and enriching. I gave a background scenario to Rosina's and hope it will give you a fresh insight. I made the repetition to add colour to the piece and attempt to show the way we say things here as it moves on to say something slightly different between the two divisions. I agree with you that it seems a little unnecessary, just that we like to repeat sayings like this. Thank you and best wishes.
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