Not
raining,flood
ing! Nor waving,
drowning! Waters flow
past the moist wooden houses. They
flow and flow without remorse cold and
indifferent, joining back to sea. Across
parks, thr ough roads,brimming the
Bris bane River. How rain do
es not know the feeling of
being drenched. Just as you siege my house like an unforgiving lover. Each pitter of rain, an arrow in my heart. And you, O mother of nature, don’t care. Like an overcast day, dark and raging. How you drown out the ice-cream van’s siren, The lullaby of joy once felt in a sunny day. But I will play a piano-lake-song, To fit the flooding perfectly.
(Arghh! Blogspot you annoy me! That you would inconsiderably not register spaces when i'm posting my Shape Poems!)
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