Rainy Day Divine

Rainy Day Divine

A Poem by Constance-Outspoken
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Creative Poetry Group. Words given: Divine, Brilliant, Celebration, Swanky, Altruism

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Down my steps  into rainy day divine
I remind myself  to mimic the sun
Brilliant, giving of my inner warmth

Through the door, hoping to work like mad
I bolster myself to, proud, imagine
This comestibles counter is swanky

Back under the roof where my heart waits
I recall now, my life's a celebration
Holding my creations tight, I sing aloud

Under the covers in my quieted house
I relive my day, glad, for the point was
Me loving me, not phony altruism




© 2010 Constance-Outspoken



Author's Note

Constance-Outspoken
If you do right, act right, and love right... you feel right.

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Very well written poem. Liked every stanza and of course, your note. So true.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Mimic the sun. What an instruction. Must beware of Pollyanna though.
Sweet child-like voice, with an easy rhythm.
ATB
Alex

Posted 6 Years Ago


This is amazingly moving!
You take life by the horns here hon! lol
Excellent poem
xx

Posted 6 Years Ago


This is a wonderful piece, very self motivational... these are the words anyone looking for inner faith to read. Very uplifting and inspirational...
you are right, you must love yourself first and foremost.

Posted 6 Years Ago


I love the lifting beauty of your words, and your author's note as well. So true. The words really spoke to me: "My life's a celebration..." I want to live that every day, come what may.

Posted 6 Years Ago


this is a great up lifting poem. I am going to have to try to have this attitude more often myself. Thanks for posting in the group and it is good to read your wonderful poetry once again.

Posted 6 Years Ago


right, wright, rite

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Who wants to know where I am, when who I am is all that matters?, KS



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