My year-long odyssey into the various styles of poetry has taught me many lessons about myself. I enjoy getting lost in the world of rhyming words. There still isn’t one style of poetry I would choose as my favorite to write in. July is the perfect month to create a selection of free verse poems. This style of poetry has no rules, which I find liberating. They don’t have to rhythm, but I suspect mine will rhythm because that is how I roll. One of the poems I plan to share during this month of free verse is Rain.
Moisture tumbling from the sky,
Like millions of cloud grief teardrops.
It seems as if
It’s been 40 days
And 40 nights
Since the rain started to fall.
Dark, dismal days
Gray clouds blocking out the sun,
And I wonder why,
The blue behind the black
Refuses to come.
Suppressing my desire to go out and play
At something filled with fun.
Yet another front moves through
And lightning streaks in the distance
Thunder rumbles and the rain pours
Flash flood warnings on the TV
I need a rowboat,
To float downstream.
Another day in paradise
Stuck here in my little shack.
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Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh. To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.
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