Dear Mr. Rain, Day 17

NaPoWriMo, Day 17

Being Poetry – Rain

NaPoWriMo.net – epistolary with particulars

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Dear Mr. Rain,
how long until you hold your reins
and tie your whirls around the tides
below the ocean rocks where lies
your precious treasure? 

You spill your thunders and your bolts
along the Chestnut boulevard
where oranges unbridled roll
and wallow in the shallow pools
unwanted and uncared for. 

You splash all over our roof
and wash the house of its neglect
thus washing off its innocence
that rainy dryness had erect. 

And then I stand and watch and muse
Just as I did some years ago
To see the tenderest abuse
You come, hurray
and off you go! 

Haiku Heights – Wonder

2. Haiku Heights – Wonder 

I wonder, silent

I am amazed and mute

At mountain grandeur

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

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