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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
Preoccupied
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20/11/2011 at 3:55 am
I love this, Denise. Very cozy picture you painted. 😀
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20/11/2011 at 6:20 am
Thanks, Nancy…
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20/11/2011 at 4:29 am
Denise, you have inspired me to light a fire…. Or you lit my fire…… Or something. 😉
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20/11/2011 at 6:21 am
Thank you, Andra… 😉
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20/11/2011 at 6:46 am
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.
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20/11/2011 at 7:23 am
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.
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20/11/2011 at 9:43 am
Good choice 🙂 sounds nice and snug
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20/11/2011 at 9:47 am
Thanks, Gabrielle. 😀
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20/11/2011 at 10:19 am
For us, going into winter, this is especially meaningful, Denise Thank you
John
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20/11/2011 at 11:08 am
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.
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20/11/2011 at 11:56 am
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
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20/11/2011 at 11:59 am
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.
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20/11/2011 at 10:55 am
It’s a lovely idea Denise to think even rain wants to have the warmth of the hearth.
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20/11/2011 at 11:11 am
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!
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21/11/2011 at 12:42 pm
Oh! No. You gave a good clue with the title “preoccupied”. That’s reader’s haste. Not yours. I badly missed it.
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21/11/2011 at 12:49 pm
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. 😀
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20/11/2011 at 11:39 am
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.
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20/11/2011 at 11:54 am
I think it is wonderful that people help complete strangers, Maxi. 😀
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20/11/2011 at 1:07 pm
Good poem ..sounds just like us at night except there is no rain but there is cold and frost instead
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20/11/2011 at 1:57 pm
Makes me shiver just to think of it, Patrecia. 😉
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20/11/2011 at 2:17 pm
i think i might get a little distracted by the fire as well….love siting by the fire….
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20/11/2011 at 2:46 pm
I love watching the colours of the flames and the embers…
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20/11/2011 at 2:50 pm
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.
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20/11/2011 at 2:58 pm
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.
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20/11/2011 at 4:29 pm
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.
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20/11/2011 at 5:07 pm
Yes, that’s the kind of thing that I was thinking… Thanks, Col.
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20/11/2011 at 2:59 pm
Denise, that conjured up a very comfortable, calming image for me! Thank you! 😀
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20/11/2011 at 3:26 pm
It was a pleasure, Tom. I’m glad you liked it. 🙂
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20/11/2011 at 6:55 pm
Lovely, cozy, and wonderfully poetic too. I’ll have myself a warm by your fire if you don’t mind… 🙂
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21/11/2011 at 6:54 am
Thank you, Ruth. You’d be very welcome to join me. 😉
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20/11/2011 at 10:39 pm
This reminds me of Wuthering Heights, Denise!
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21/11/2011 at 6:55 am
Thanks, Kate, for such a generous compliment! 😀
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20/11/2011 at 11:26 pm
everyones comments suddenly went for my approval. i don’t know what happened there
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21/11/2011 at 6:57 am
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!
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23/11/2011 at 11:46 pm
Nice thought as one can deduce several feelings for such a personification of the rain.
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24/11/2011 at 6:06 am
Thank you, Epizeuxis. 🙂
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29/11/2011 at 11:02 pm
No harm in cocooning oneself from the noise and clamour for a while. Sometimes it’s necessary for sanity’s sake.
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29/11/2011 at 11:30 pm
Yes, you’re quite right, Bb. It can sometimes become too much. 🙂
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