Rain above flushes the earth below
Cleansing the land for new growth
Heat From inside rises and flushes through my pores
Cleansing the way for new growth
Some want skin flush with skin
Without first flushing out what’s in
It doesn’t work that way
dversepoets.com Quadrille Monday, a poem of exactly 44 words excluding the title.the prompt word is “flush”
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I like how you described rain cleansing the land.
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Thanks Frank!
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This is wonderful Mary! Such wisdom in so few words…. Love it~
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A purifying quadrille, Mary, that is refreshing but also wistful with longing for ‘skin flush with skin’.
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On rainy days my mother used to say “God’s doing his laundry!”. Your beautiful words reminded me of that.
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We need to be clean…
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I like the way you incorporated so many uses of the word. A good message in the end as well.
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