I wrote this a few minutes before I finished writing my poem Winter Song, and I didn't originally think of this as a poem, just as some thoughts and feelings I had written down. But, recently I've been thinking that it was meant to be one, so here it is.
Mirrored Emotions
The rain falls outside my window,
like millions of teardrops falling from the heavens.
I think when it rains the sky is crying,
sometimes it cries for itself,
and sometimes it cries for us, so we don't have to.
On a sunny and blue sky day the heavens are happy,
and on a rainy and grey day they are sad.
It's as if the heavens mirror our emotions.
Or, maybe it is us who mirror theirs.
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Trials of Time | 0 | 02/27/2011 |
| Beautiful Dream | 2 | 02/15/2010 |
| Season of Change | 2 | 02/15/2010 |
| Mirrored Emotions | 0 | 07/17/2009 |
| Lady of the Stars | 1 | 07/17/2009 |
| Summer Song | 1 | 07/17/2009 |
| The Rebirth of Life | 0 | 07/17/2009 |
| Winter Song | 0 | 07/17/2009 |
| Remember | 1 | 07/17/2009 |
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