(The 12-year-old girl I am tutoring told me yesterday she wants to be a poet. Together we wrote this poem and she asked me please to post it. This is her first poem)
Rain is falling,
tap, tap, tap;
children are playing,
dancing in the rain.
Romance blowing
kisses in the rain;
tap, tap, tap
on the windowsill.
Wind is gusting,
umbrella flying,
rain like tears
on my cheeks and
on my tongue.
The sound of the rain
a healing whisper,
the rainbow’s flavor
brings me joy.
Momona Tahir and Susan Dean Wessells
March 4, 2013 at 3:41 pm
This is really great! My favorite lines: “a healing whisper, / the rainbow’s flavor”
March 4, 2013 at 3:47 pm
Momona and I thank you!
March 4, 2013 at 11:01 pm
Oh, now- There are so many good things here. The repetitious tapping of the rain on the sill. in fact, the rhythms of this piece are sweetly and appropriately sing-song’y.
The use of the senses (in this case, hearing and taste) also makes it quite lush.
Happy and sad, tears on her cheeks, healing, children playing and umbrellas in wind — there is a lot going on here, a lot of emotion, and the poet has done a great job inviting us in to listen to the rain, and held us with some fresh ideas, too.
I think Momona should keep writing poetry. :)