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Sep 22, 2023Liked by Julie B. Hughes

I am rain

Splashing on a window pane

Distorting colors, shapes of things

I am the shower April brings

I land upon

The dry, parched earth

That sucks me in

For all I'm worth

Into a root

I'm seeping, then

And travel up

Some winding stem

Into a rose,

Some nectar, I

Am lapped up by

A butterfly

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Beautiful Claudette. I love this...thank you for being here to contribute. I read this and it slows me down...thank you. (the magic of poetry I believe)

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Sep 22, 2023Liked by Julie B. Hughes

Have a good last day of Summer!

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YES! You too. xox

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Sep 22, 2023·edited Sep 22, 2023Author

May I share this poem in Substack or Facebook? It's gorgeous.

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Sep 22, 2023Liked by Julie B. Hughes

Sure!

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Thank you Claudette! xox

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Sep 22, 2023Liked by Julie B. Hughes

You are welcome!

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Jules, poets seems to be tuned in to a frequency the rest of humanity can’t dial into. I am glad you are showing the way. May your signal be picked up by many. Ever consider teaching poetry to youngsters who still are tuned in? Perhaps if exposed early to the utter beauty of poetry, they might retain that frequency as they get older. Enjoy your family weekend.....

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Clark, funny you ask. I did do a couple free sessions with children last year but don't have any lined up for this year. I need to do that. Thank you for reminding me. We had a blast and it was a wonderful opportunity. Enjoy your weekend as well.

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🤗👣🤗

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I am multitudes

Yes, Walt Whitman had it right

We are everything....

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Thank you for adding value here, Clark.

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