The Baptism
My feet trudge the dark earth
Outlining little puddles
The furious sky flaunts its prowess
Upon us lowly creatures
My dress is drenched in the downpour
But my eyes flicker with hope
Like a child blessed with holy water
Within this rain is my baptism
© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.
In response to dVerse’s Quadrille: Flicker hosted by Grace and MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Photo Challenge #174 hosted by Nekneeraj.
Last April, I’ve had the chance to work with Reylia Slaby during the A to Z challenge. Although I was 8 letters short in completing the challenge, it was fun and exciting expressing her photos through poems. The photo above is entitled, We Summon Our Own Rain. Interesting title, eh?
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DoodleScribbles 
July 18, 2017 at 4:59 pm
This is incredibly tender and beautiful!❤️
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July 18, 2017 at 5:42 pm
Stunning imagery and the actual picture is perfect. I love the aura of the whole piece. But I love your writing 🙂
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July 18, 2017 at 5:44 pm
I love the images as translated by your words Maria..
There is also a sense of tenderness in here..
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July 18, 2017 at 5:48 pm
I love that opening line and image, the feet trudging opening tiny puddles.
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July 18, 2017 at 6:12 pm
Trudging the dark earth with hope is inspiring. Lovely images.
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July 18, 2017 at 8:13 pm
And so it is ~ Love your response and the photo, including the title of the photo Maria ~
Thanks for being part of our D’verse community ~
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July 18, 2017 at 10:00 pm
Love the flicker of hope in the darkness.
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July 18, 2017 at 10:31 pm
This is stunning….words most especially…illustration also.
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July 18, 2017 at 11:13 pm
Beautiful poetry Maria. The words evoke powerful images – being cleansed by nature.
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July 18, 2017 at 11:47 pm
Love the image of footsteps becoming the outline of puddles!
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July 19, 2017 at 1:15 am
Sweetness, tenderness, singing in the rain–you move me to turn on the sprinkler & run through it. With our umbrellas & gortex raincoats we remove ourselves from the drenching, missing the baptism & joy.
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July 19, 2017 at 1:15 am
One of the essential understandings of water in literature. Well done!
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July 19, 2017 at 1:41 am
I could feel the intensity in this, and the purifying power of water/rain/baptism.
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July 19, 2017 at 1:47 am
Beautiful, Maria.
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July 19, 2017 at 2:07 am
Beautiful…
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July 19, 2017 at 2:47 am
Ohhh, this made me feel like I was being cleansed myself through the rain!
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July 19, 2017 at 3:18 am
I love your flicker of hope when you accept your baptism from the heavens – a beautiful write Maria 💜
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July 19, 2017 at 3:55 am
blessed with rain and the power of words
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July 19, 2017 at 4:54 am
I love the imagery and the comparison of the rain to baptism.
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July 19, 2017 at 10:44 am
This poem brings to mind a refreshing rain after a long drought.
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July 19, 2017 at 10:57 am
Oh my–oh my, Maria–you never disappoint–such magnificent writing!! God bless you mightily ❤
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July 19, 2017 at 12:05 pm
I liked the idea of walking through rain being like a baptism. I could especially see this if it came after a drought.
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July 21, 2017 at 1:44 am
Such a tender and beautiful imagery you’ve built here.
Walking through the rain does make feel like a baptism has taken place. And we humans feel reborn again and cleansed.
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