30 Poems in 30 Days: Day 19
Write a poem that begins and ends with three single syllable words.
Dark comes down.
What’s that noise?
Ah, it’s rain, fresh
rain, heavy, cooling the air.
The heat became thick
as the afternoon wore on,
like a blanket pressing.
Rain, welcome rain,
as night falls, air
you can breathe again.
Dry brown plants
plump up, stop sagging,
stop dragging limp leaves
along the ground.
But I’m tired
from the hot day, listless,
reluctant to move –
and from anger. It takes
much energy on any day
to keep being furious, why
don’t I let it go?
It has me, I can’t
shake it. I know
this is not the way, I
know I risk loss, might be
sorry later – don’t care.
The rain evaporates too quickly,
dark comes down.
yep, even knowing what is good for one is a different thing than letting go. things must run their curse, coarse course. touch and let go is harder with superglue.
ReplyDeleteWriting it out does help loosen the grip. :)
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