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:
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
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
There you go...an opportunity! Cheers!
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
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