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The Forever Rains (A New Year Poem)

Mary Naylor  confirmed
Standing on the edge of time,
Rivers of memories rush through my mind.
Then slow, heavy, raindrops trickle through my thoughts,
Forming circles filled with images that remembrance has caught.
The rain falls faster, the pools widen,
The past expands, muffling all thinking within.
Raindrops falling on water, form circles like roof tiles,
Rain tiles, measured not in inches, but in infinity miles,
Gathering and seeping through the ceiling of my mind;
Cradling faces of the past, like bubbles on a liquid vine.
Not only bells and confetti usher in the New Year,
But also rain that washes over the swollen wounds of yesteryear,
And leave showers of memories embedded with faces so dear,
To which the heart whispers, "Happy New Year!"

Published by Mary Naylor confirmed

I was born in Chicago, Illinois in 1933. I grew up in Rhinelander, Wisconsin, a wild and beautiful state, rich in literature and lore. I loved the stories of Paul Bunyon and his ox, Babe. The hoax of t...  View profile

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  • Alyssa Murray5/18/2011

    Nice work, Mary! I am not big on reading poetry, but this is so expressive and thoughtful.. I love your use of words (as in 'standing on the edge of time' and 'infinity miles') I like this a lot! Beautiful imagery also! :)

  • Delicia Powers12/29/2010

    Your pictures are wonderful tools that give mood to your poem, it will linger with me today, and through the new year!

  • Delicia Powers12/29/2010

    How beautiful, thank you Mary!

  • Mike Powers12/28/2010

    Beautifully expressed, and very thought-provoking. Well done, and Happy New Year!

  • Mike Hatz12/27/2010

    Awesome work as Always, Mary. Hope you had an awesome Christmas and a blessed, safe, and prosperous New year. thanks for everything!

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