Rained Upon

When black ink rains

From the parchment sky,

A mist engulfs the ground,

It stains the unstained raven,

And keeps the mottled brown;

Such downpour can cover up

Strange, little stories

In the old, disowned towns.


“The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.”

Arthur Conan Doyle

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  1. I like how the quote ties in with your poem. It’s true–there is magic in the mundane, but hardly anyone ever pays attention to it. How many ordinary lives and everyday experiences come and go, unnoticed and unappreciated? How many books lie in a corner collecting dust simply because their covers are old and tattered and nondescript? How many people live and die in anonymity, wondering if they’ve made a difference, or have ever been loved or cared for? Of course, I may be misinterpreting it (wouldn’t be the first time for me!) but the “strange little stories in the old, disowned towns” remind me of the lives of ordinary folks whose tales no one will ever know. Your imagery is fantastic–there’s so much to “see” in this poem! Wonderful stuff. πŸ™‚

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    1. You got it absolutely right, Mike. So many of us live our ordinary lives in places not many know about, and it is not easy to make peace with the fact that our tales might never get told. Thank you so much, Mike. Your comment is incredibly beautiful.😊

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