Poetry Forum

Sweet

for William McGonagall


The rain has been falling steadily since shortly before dawn
on every suburban lawn

in Bloomington, Indiana. We've
been reduced to thinking the summer sun would never leave

our Midwestern skies, that the grass would go brown
and every leaf would shrivel in this little college town

before the rain fell again. We have a water
advisory which the world and her daughter

has referenced, in complaint or in Stoic resignation.
The whole nation

has labored in the exceptional heat –
which makes this rainy day, sweet.
 

This is genius poetry John, you're a slave to the rhyme scheme just as the land is a slave to the sun or the rain. You've captured a historical moment with vivid scene reminiscent of the poet laureates of old or how I wish they would have written (more like William McGonagall).

I would like to see more poetry like this and I'd like to watch the elites put it in their pipe and smoke it.

That's really kind of you, Morph! I'm glad you enjoyed it. I do like McGonagall and was inspired to pay him tribute. I think I've got something of his feeling here!

Cheers,
John

No worries John, this is why I'm such a big fan of your work. For example, modern convention would frown on writing romantic poetry but you don't care, you just do it and you do it well. I can see the universal attractiveness. Poetry doesn't care about conventions and good poetry outlives trends.

Why, thank you, Morpheus! I do kind of plow ahead. My ear hears stuff and i write it down.

Cheers,
John