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Seven Days of Rain and Blue Roses

Blue roses and white polka dots on my umbrella
help me to survive the boredom of the flood.
To some it may sound like an adventure
but it is only seven long days of rain, thunderstorms,
creek swelling and cursing louder than birds.

Cars raising water-wings whoosh by me.
Time has stuck somewhere far ahead
leaving in the play-doh of days
an inch deep prints – hoofs and paws.

Algae mount on front lawns.
Old oaks crack joints – rheumatism in the twigs.
I stay mostly indoors,
even planted maple seeds in a shoe box.

Under plant-light in the gentle mix
of red and blue wavelengths
it will take them three years to become trees.
In the mean time we will share the light.

I will read books about medieval China,
watch action movies, eat popcorn,
breathe full lungs of well-conditioned air.
Who will tell me that I am too loud or too old?

Even if it is not lady like I will live life, burp and fart.
I will milk the universe overwhelmed with invisible stars.
Meeting face to face with a deer
I will show her my teeth and make her startle.

Somebody told me I have a soft voice.
Yes, that is the one I prefer to use most of the time.
But I can shriek and cry instead
if I need to be heard.

I just saw the blue roses sliding off my umbrella
under inspiring flashes of lightning and claps of thunder.
I can do what I want and think aloud.
But it is what it is - global warming in full speed
and blue roses wandering in the dark of my garden.

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Comments

Thank you for reading, I am glad you liked it.
I wanted to mention climate change but was afraid to slide into banalities. But this year we experience the most unusual temperature jumps and thunderstorms, so it becomes a reality I need to digest.

IRiz

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in a nutshell it created for me vision of a pin ball machine wondering what will be the end point...
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raj (sublime_ocean)

Hi Raj,
Your interpretation is wildly unexpected.
But thank you, my friend.

IRiz

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never mind...I am not as learned as other talented friends here to understand abstract poems..yet I try to as an amateur...
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raj (sublime_ocean)

I only read half of this then had to stop because it was reveal how really bad a lot of my recent stuff is by comparison........stan....cars growing water wings.........

I often fear my stuff is not good. Poets are often too strict to themselves. But also poets have means to appreciate a good word. I am glad you enjoyed my lines.
BTW, the second part is the weirdest I ever wrote so maybe it is good you stopped in the middle.
Thank you for your encouraging words and have a nice evening!

IRiz

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there Iriz

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