Thursday, September 23, 2010

Rakish

The leaves will fall
just like the tall
congenial types
that promise all
but always stall
while taking swipes
at those with gall
enough to call
for cleaner pipes.

Then snow will drop
just like the crop
of worthless tares
but it won’t stop
as spinners shop
for one whose stares
will help them hop
right to the top
where no one cares.

5 comments:

Jingle said...

cool!

rch said...

thanks :)

Paul Andrew Russell said...

I like this. The rhythm and rhyme make it flow beautifully.

Lynette Killam said...

Your poems have a distict flow and rhythm all their own...they definitely ask to be read aloud...:)

rch said...

Hi Paul and Lynette, thanks a lot. i think the rhythm part comes from the musician in me.