Romance Poetry posted December 7, 2017


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Our Own Spring Rain

by Jacqueline M Franklin


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 The Fab Free Verse Club
Free Verse w/no intentional rhyme or meter
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...Challenge Goal…
Interpret poem, quote, or essay, etc., in our own way.
This is my twist on Sara Teasdale’s ‘Spring Rain’…

 

...FIRST POEM...
My updated version—‘Our Own Spring Rain’
...SECOND POEM...
Sara Teasdale’s—‘Spring Rain’
 
 
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…Our Own Spring Rain...
by Jacqueline M Franklin…

 

Memories sometimes, they play tricks on me now
and your face blurs as the anguish of your loss plagues me
as I wear your sweater, savor your scent left behind, drink fine wine
 while I’m comforted, remembering walks in our own Spring rain


I can almost feel your embrace in the archway at the park
standing under night’s lamplight of ghostly intrigue
as thunder and lightning filled the night sky
yet soothing was our own Spring rain
 
During the day while streetcars screeched around us
with the roads all awash like a river of destiny
we still delighted in a rainbow’s promise
embraced it in our own Spring rain


My love for you was fresh with abandon
and your fun-loving style left me full of desire
while your smile told me, I was your heart’s destiny
I found joy wrapped in your arms in our own Spring rain
 

Memories sometimes, they play tricks on me now
and your face blurs as the anguish of your loss plagues me
as I wear your sweater, savor your scent left behind, drink fine wine
 while I’m comforted, remembering walks in our own Spring rain


 
 
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…’Spring Rain’...
by Sara Teasdale….

 
I thought I had forgotten, 
But it all came back again 
To-night with the first spring thunder 
In a rush of rain.

I remembered a darkened doorway 
Where we stood while the storm swept by, 
Thunder gripping the earth 
And lightning scrawled on the sky.

The passing motor busses swayed, 
For the street was a river of rain, 
Lashed into little golden waves 
In the lamp light's stain.

With the wild spring rain and thunder 
My heart was wild and gay; 
Your eyes said more to me that night 
Than your lips would ever say. . . .

I thought I had forgotten, 
But it all came back again 
To-night with the first spring thunder 
In a rush of rain. 

 

  
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Thank You … You Tube

‘Like The Rain’
Clint Black
 

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©Copyright ‘2017’ (LOC)
Jacqueline M Franklin


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= Clint Black =^= Like the Rain
= POEM: My Own Spring Rain


=^= Sara Trevor Teasdale =^=
=^= 1884 <> 1933 =^=

http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/sara_teasdale

Sara Trevor Teasdale was born on August 8, 1884 in St. Louis Missouri. She was the youngest child of Mary Elizabeth Willard and John Warren Teasdale. At the time of Sara's birth, Mary was 40, and John was 45. Teasdale had three other siblings. She had two brothers, George, who was the oldest child at 20, and John Warren Jr., was was 14. Teasdale also had a sister, named Mary (she was fondly called "Maime"), and she was 17. Mary loved her sister Sara and took very good care of her. Sara was named after her grandmother. Teasdale's first word was "pretty". According to her mother, Sara's love of pretty things was what inspired her poetry.

Teasdale was always very frail, and caught diseases easily. For most of her life, she had a nurse companion that took care of her. Teasdale grew up in a sheltered atmosphere. She was the youngest child. Because of that, she was spoiled and waited on like a princess. She never had to do normal chores, like make her bed, or do the dishes. She was known to have described herself as "a flower in a toiling world". Because she was so sickly, she was homeschooled until she was nine. She never had communication with her peers. Teasdale grew up around adults. She was forced to amuse herself with stories and things that she made up in her own lonesome world. When Teasdale was ten, she had the first communication with her peers. Her parents sent her to Miss Ellen Dean Lockwood's school for boys and girls. When she was fourteen, she went to Mary Institute. She didn't graduate there, but switched to Hosmer Hall when she was fifteen. There, she began to put the thoughts and dreams that amused her as a girl onto paper. Thus, she wrote her first poem. Teasdale's first published poem was "Reedy's Mirror", and it was published in a local newspaper. Her first collection, "Sonnets to Duse and Other Poems", was published in 1907. In 1911, her second collection, "Sonnets to Duse and Other Poems" was published. She published many other collections including "Rivers to the Sea", "Love Songs", "Flame and Shadow", "Dark of the Moon", "Stars To-night", and finally, "Strange Victory".

Teasdale married her sweetheart Ernst Filsinger in 1914. They had a happy marriage, but it was too good to last. They divorced in 1929, and lived the rest of her life only for her poetry. Sara was always frail and sickly, but in 1933, Teasdale caught chronic pneumonia and it weakened her not only in body but also in mind and spirit. No longer able to see the beauty in simple things, Teasdale committed suicide at age 48 in New York, NY on January 29, 1933. Her final book of poetry was published that year.

Teasdale's works continue to be admired by poets everywhere. her works show us what a lovely person she was, and how much she appreciated the beautiful things about life. Her love for beautiful things appeared in her poetry. She was a very talented poet, and we are glad she shared her talent with us.


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