Sunday, April 23, 2006

The Twelfth of Never

I really should fix that leak
where ice-cold rain sees fit to seep,
this oath of futility that I speak
another vow I’ll fail to keep.

My ambition, like the rain
drizzles intermittently,
then flows quickly down the drain,
a brief sprinkling desultory.

Cursed to flounder in the gale,
hindered by conviction weak;
swearing as I dump the pail—
I really should fix that leak.

4 comments:

Crunchy Weta said...

Dam! You have reminded me. Trouble is it could be a leak from around a nail that then travels some distance before making its appearance. Errm love the title too by the way.
Cheers
Glenn

JahStorm said...

Wow. I love you rhymology and word usage. If you're ever in Rochester, I'd love to have you recite at one of the Open mics we do every week...

Your near-classical style would be a refreshing change from some of this "neo" stuff that's so prevalent.

Jahaka
spoken_flow@yahoo.com

Shirley said...

There you go...an opportunity! Cheers!

rch said...

Hey Glenn, Yes! that is what I think I have, time for a new roof. ;^)

Hello Jahaka, thanks for stopping by and for your nice comments. If I am heading to that area I will drop you a line. Please come back as often as you'd like.

Hey Shirl, yes indeed!

Thanks all and take care,

Bob