#7 of 365 – “tantrum”



angry and sudden,

this tantrum

of rain

spilling out of

an unidentifiable



leaves me sullen

with no real sense

of purpose,

and afraid

to find out

why ―


About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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4 Responses to #7 of 365 – “tantrum”

  1. Maury says:

    Really great work!

  2. GrannieAnnie says:

    You open the mind to imagine what could be the cause –
    then I picture all things growing because of the rain
    that might be soaking some but maybe they were dry
    and cracked and needed soaked? What about those who
    were already overflowing and could soak up no more.
    See how you sparked such thinking by your creative poem?
    Keep it flowing.

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