PAD 3

The Problem With Rain

I'm afraid it starts from the very beginning
vast floods, ruined dresses, disasterous hairdos

And remember how it was
flushing away the baseball game
any six year old would have been excited for
We didn't travel that far to eat four dollar pretzels
in the catacombs of the park

And remember how it was
darkening the sugar sands
any vacationing family would have longed for
No water-resistant sandcastles
no rain burns
not to mention no flying kites

And remember how it was
closing down the joy
any beating heart would render
for the new and limitless thrill
of love
that second date in the city washed out

And remember how it is
the insurgent contemplation
harvested with chaotic perturbation
wanting to claim
a love of the rain
when only manifesting irritation

PAD #2 - Drifter

Drifter

drifting

off course

alone

without

compass

on rough

and swollen

seas

So today's Poem-A-Day Challenge was writing an "outsider" poem. I thought about it a while and decided to submit one of my favorites, one I consider a classic, and one which I have included in the blog with a picture (not my own).

Poem of the Day

April is National Poetry Month. Over at Writers Digest.Com, they're running a Poem A Day Challenge. Today's requirement: Origins.

Swiss Cake Roll

From Heaven you descend
cradled in cardboard
wrapped in celophane
boxed and protected under the eyes of our saviour
Little Debbie.

We give thanks when we lay eyes upon you
delight in the sweet nothingness of your scent
let you guide us to the rim of our milk glass
smiling, as if all life were, indeed, good.

Factory, wherever you are
factory, kind and benificent
factory, a world unknown and yet so well known

Delivery truck, Hell on Wheels
Delivery truck, the angel on wing
Delivery truck, driver, restock those shelves

Eggs, butter, sugar, butter cream
rolled upon the table, log of delicious dreams
with a will that is absurd
we love you dearly, swiss cake roll,
unless you're filled with lemon curd.