……………………………………………Confusing the issue, the rain dampened
……………………………………………everything within view. The open door
……………………………………………invited it in, the bikes strewn through the
……………………………………………yard, the scattered cans, the wet detritus
……………………………………………all beckoned the water with openness.
……………………………………………Slickened concrete was crowded with hoardings
……………………………………………inviting rats, raccoons, mice, and roaches
……………………………………………to devour this apocalyptical feast.
……………………………………………Above, in the old theater window,
……………………………………………the writing class stood and watched the drama.
Outstanding!!!!!
ReplyDeleteSonnets are a challenge -- for me, anyway -- and you have met it beautifully!!!! I congratulate you!
Good Grief. Looka like earthquake damage. Hard to believe rain could do this in sunny CA. Hopefully you were safe in your perch. Nice poem. Dianne
ReplyDeletePeople like you who are able to maniupulate words into wonderful sonnets, tanka, ballads make me so jealous and feeling guilty because I do not even take the time!! And I should. Congrats.
ReplyDeletemanipulate...I cannot type much less think.
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