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 The Weatherman’s News.
The Weatherman’s News
Bob Dylan once said,
In Subterranean Homesick Blues,
“It don’t take a weatherman
To know which way the wind blows.”
Well, I have a piece of news
You can’t trust a weatherman to predict
The reality of an approaching storm.
It’s all so overblown and exaggerated
A dramatic ploy to increase ratings.
Take last night for instance,
Severe weather was forecast
Sounding the tornado alarm.
Like the winter snows
Said to be moving our way,
Sending us scurrying to the store
For bread, milk, and toilet paper.
And we only get a flurry
Trust the science they say,
But how can we do that
When they can’t even read
Doppler Radar correctly.
Who is Molly Shea?
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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