September Rain

September Rain beautiful title I love the name and the content is deep and hold many meanings ... beautifully done in your superb skills of observation ... wonderful poem and your alive in words my darlin friend with love and higgest bugs Jayne x x x x

the spiritual waves Here I have much I see I moan but really its quite satisfying so much I recieve on wavelengths and when I feel I am not I am outside like tonight before dusk tramping the woods up by the creek the little pocket where there are no trails between highways I kept saying one day keep saying this but I wonder if it will ever be what I want so many poets famous and well known through their letters associates and written books tell us that many searched for the magic essence of what ever it is that we dream of and like a movie line said from a good movie "Its a good dream" I dreamt one day to write poetry and Im doing this and long before I was here in this relationship I dreamt of something even less then what I have we are here until you reach your shore reading your star filled wishs I remember the gleam and glean of mine still and you are writing such great poetry its falling into place I can feel this in your words thank you

This is a wonderful poem, with great depth. We waited all Summer for the rains to come and now they finally have. I've been sick in bed, (but luckily I have my lap top) listening to the rain beat down on the roof. What a lovely symphony it makes. I hope you are well. Always, Cat

As usual you paint the scene with images the majority of us don't even see or if we do, we just take for granted. Once again your work made me stop in my tracks and open my mind to my own memories, in this case, of rain...beautiful piece. Totally loved this one. HS ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "With all that I am and all that I could be, I walk this earth and yet nobody sees me".

Very vivid poem with a sense of sadness, but this is a great poem, and the title is apt. Great vision. Love Lyz. Xx

you do indeed have a unique talent to paint whole landscapes with your words. This is a truly sensual rain poem, very enjoyable to read. And then, you bring the "I" into it, asking: "Am I alive?" That makes me feel like the "I" has only just woken up, I imagine this question being asked in a dreamy voice, just as the rain girl sounded in the audio of one of my childhood favs, a fairytale in which the children must find the rain girl and wake her, because the country needs rain so badly... Yours, ~Nina

I don't use stars. September rain has a ring to it. I think most poets have wrote about rain. I have. Good job. Take Care. huey