Rain in April
My #8 for National Poetry Month
April rain brings sonnets
written by bedraggled poets
seeking shelter
beneath sodden trees.
their romantic hearts
beat time in iambs, seeking
the right enjambment
to induce swooning
at parties of vacuous women
and balding men.
shall i write sonnets
to their angels, tears
waiting to flood,
or tercets to trees
their tenderness piercing veils
as i wrap myself in the warmth
of leaves
© 2017 Audrey Howitt
Comments
You reflect the mood well. Brillliant!
I am a balding man with a romantic heart. (chuckle)
An intense , fascinating poem. Worthwhile, enjoyable read.
Have a good day.
Considering the fact we are drowning here, I should write something about the rain. Nah, yours is perfect, so why bother.
Love the Vzucous women and balding men. We are sodden, soaking, and being deluged here in the Pacific Northwest.
Good morning, Audrey! I thoroughly enjoyed this one. Whether it's written to impress lovers of words or created to express the emotion that inspires it, poetry is a wondrous thing! I hope you have a nice weekend:)
This is beautifully crafted! I love it!
Hi Audrey - You instill such nuance into your work. A quietude not often found.
The balding men and vacuous women got my attention.
A very time appropriate poem. Thanks for sharing it.
Blessings to you.
I love your ability to create original and very interesting imagery in your poems, Audrey.
It's therapeutic and inspirational to walk in the rain. I could almost smell the rain right in my bedroom on this sunny day...
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Thank you Rachel!
Audrey, either way your April sonnet gets touching reactions from your beautiful poetic offering.
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