upon my window pane
a trail of muffled raindrops
echoing my tears
Chaiku by MW 🙏🏼
Breath, fog and raindrops
Seeping into my soul
My eyes turned upwards
Toward the promise of the clouds
While my feet
Are drenched in mud puddles
Sending shivers deep
Into my bones
The view from my room
Is spattered with raindrops
In the heartbeat of the rain
I can see dams breaking
Sweat dripping down
Dampened bedsheets
Arms outstretched
People under somber umbrellas
Separated by their fears
©️ 2020 MW 🙏
Using the word Room as my inspiration for OLN at dVerse, our host Grace at Every Day Amazin and our previous host Laura at Poetry Pix.
Mother Wintermoon 
well written
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Thank you! 🙏
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beautifully captured!
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Thank you, my friend! Good to see you here. Blessings galore, MW 🦋
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The way you describe the separation with rain… to be alone is always harder when you stare at the raindrops on the windowpane
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Thank you Bjorn! I appreciate your visit and your reflections. 🙏
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I like the last line pointing out how fear separates us.
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Thank you, Frank. 🌻
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Well done. You ably joined the rainy days we are having here, with somber mood of social distancing.
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Thanks, Keith. 😊
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I love the liquid feel of this poem, the different forms of water that build up to nightmares and the fears of humans, shielded by their umbrellas.
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Thank you for your reflections, Kim!
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You’ve woven a dense, somber atmosphere so well.
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Thank you for being here! 🌻
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You are welcome 🙂
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I appreciate your feedback. ❤️
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A scary and sad time, when all of us are trapped and separated by our fears. The view is real. Thanks for joining us! Good to see you.
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Thank you for commenting Grace. It’s always good to conenct with you. ❤️
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