No wonder it greyly rains,
fat droplets patter against
my grimy glass as I watch them fall,
wondering if each is equally alone.
Do they fall in unison, a team plan
or just do what they want?
Is their future preordained,
do they know their destiny
is to leap headlong into the unknown,
each determined to achieve
what we laughingly call the
potential, a success
to end smeared against my dirty window.
Author notes
it's raining on my holiday again and everyone's gone away
is the metaphor successful?
Comments
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Great Work!
Oh this just says so much about how annoying it is when you are stuck in on a rainy day on holidays, something to be expected in the Uk where we get 4 seasons in each day!
I can well relate to this poem, its just so graphic and such fun, and a sort of tongue-in-cheek, matter-of-fact look at an everyday scenario, great work I was right in there with you!
Poetic Hugs, Bravo!
Kaz.
Kazytc xx
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I think this is a big success on your behalf.
Good luck in my contest!
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