Hi everyone,
Today we are to have sunshine. We’ve had rain during 19 of the last 20 or 21 days. I assume that’s true for many of you as well. I think we should celebrate poetically, couplet-y to be precise. Off the top, give us your thoughts. Such as,
These aren’t so hot but to my credit
I wrote them down without an edit.
Through the clouds the sun is winking,
Finally my gills are shrinking.
Sun-drenched blossoms in the bower,
Weeds sprouting a foot an hour.
Finally caught the rain-dance feller,
Got him tied up in the cellar.
Your turn!
David
Children's Author David L. Harrison's Blog 
Love it! Needed to start the day with a laugh and that last image did it.
Alright! We’re off to a good start. Thanks, Veda.
Thanks for the morning smile–here’s a couple o’ couplets (I guess I’m hungry this morning.)
My ice cream drips–it melts so quick
that puddles grow while I lick.
My ice cream dripped and melted fast–
I’ll scoop again (won’t be my last!)
Thanks, Buffy! Licking some homemade ice cream would go well right now!
Out from the clouds comes the sun
Hot & sweaty before day is done.
Twas cool but hot & sunny now
As hot as the inside of a fevered cow
Is this Missouri? I asked this afternoon
Or am I in Borneo, at midday in June?
Jesusmary&joseph, I’m hot
Would that this morning I’d been shot.
Inside of a fevered cow? Now that, dear Cheryl, is hot, hot, hot!!
Well, I’ll take your challenge, sir – as this will probably be the last poem I write before we head on vacation tomorrow! It’s 11:30pm here, so I’m a bit groggy, but this is what I came up with in about half an hour…
AMERICAN DISCONTENT
In winter, we complain it’s cold –
then summer’s heat starts getting old.
As soon as there’s a drop of rain,
we wish to see the sun again.
When life’s too fast, we want a lull.
When life slows down, we say it’s dull.
I wonder if we’ll ever be
content with simply being…free?
– – © 2014, Matt Forrest Esenwine
Way to go, Matt. You sound like one of T.S. Eliot’s cats! Have a good trip!
Thanks, David! Took all day to pack…but I think we’re ready. Maybe.
too much sun
ain’t no fun
three weeks now
over 101.
Good grief, Joy! That must feel like a hot iron on your back every step you take outside!
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