Preoccupied
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The rain rapped on the window pane,
“Hurry up, let me in,” it cried,
But I, safe inside, sitting by the fire,
Heard nothing but the crackling flames.
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©DGA 20 November 2011 02:43
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I love this, Denise. Very cozy picture you painted.
Thanks, Nancy…
Denise, you have inspired me to light a fire…. Or you lit my fire…… Or something.
Thank you, Andra…
What, no wine and “bunny slippers”? And a good book perhaps, sounds so laid back. We all need a day like that once in awhile. I hope you enjoyed it to the fullest Denise.
Thanks, Jack. Everyone is taking this at face value, probably because that is how I usually write. However, this poem depicts how, when we ourselves are safe and warm, we can become blind to the suffering of others.
Good choice
sounds nice and snug
Thanks, Gabrielle.
For us, going into winter, this is especially meaningful, Denise Thank you
John
Ouch, I think this poem has fallen flat, John. I tried to have a hidden meaning of the rain, representing the poor and suffering, not being heard because ‘I’ was preoccupied with myself.
I saw your reply earlier, Denise. having made the comment it was non editable so I left it. But had I read fully and absorbed your title, I would have seen it. The extra level of meaning is great Denise. And so nice to have your response, too.
John
Thanks for coming back to me, John. In the ‘old days’ we could for a short while, edit our own comment. It would be nice if they brought that back.
It’s a lovely idea Denise to think even rain wants to have the warmth of the hearth.
I’m obviously not good at this, Sunamu. [See my reply immediately above your comment.] There is something I’m doing wrong, or people don’t expect me to have hidden meanings, lol!
Oh! No. You gave a good clue with the title “preoccupied”. That’s reader’s haste. Not yours. I badly missed it.
It was a clue, but maybe too weak… Anyway I am useless, when reading other poems, at picking up clues and deciphering them correctly, lol! Thanks, Sunamu.
It may be true that some are not attuned to the suffering of others, but the majority of people are aware and help in many ways.
I think it is wonderful that people help complete strangers, Maxi.
Good poem ..sounds just like us at night except there is no rain but there is cold and frost instead
Makes me shiver just to think of it, Patrecia.
i think i might get a little distracted by the fire as well….love siting by the fire….
I love watching the colours of the flames and the embers…
It hasn;t worked the way you wanted because the rain itself has no need to be inside. You would have needed some living creature wanting to be let in.
As it is, it remains a very pleasant reflection of the magical elements of water, fire, air and earth.
Of course you are right Col! I couldn’t understand why noone thought what I was thinking, lol!!! Not really unusual, what! Thanks for this input, I so appreciate it, Col. I was thinking of rain as being the tears of suffering…
Think I’ll try it again.
Sometimes a connection simply cannot be made unless pointed in some way. Maybe ‘The rain wept on the window pane’, or something like that, would have started the associations you had in mind.
Yes, that’s the kind of thing that I was thinking… Thanks, Col.
Denise, that conjured up a very comfortable, calming image for me! Thank you!
It was a pleasure, Tom. I’m glad you liked it.
Lovely, cozy, and wonderfully poetic too. I’ll have myself a warm by your fire if you don’t mind…
Thank you, Ruth. You’d be very welcome to join me.
This reminds me of Wuthering Heights, Denise!
Thanks, Kate, for such a generous compliment!
everyones comments suddenly went for my approval. i don’t know what happened there
It wouldn’t accept anything but my shortlink which, by the way, I have seen other bloggers use. Maybe that is the future…?
As for approval, my comments have been subject to appproval for more than a YEAR on two or three bloggers posts!
Nice thought as one can deduce several feelings for such a personification of the rain.
Thank you, Epizeuxis.
No harm in cocooning oneself from the noise and clamour for a while. Sometimes it’s necessary for sanity’s sake.
Yes, you’re quite right, Bb. It can sometimes become too much.