Granny sitting1
praying for the wind to blow2
she always says3
no wind, means storm, you know!4
I have no idea5
where she does get them sayings from6
Everything from granny7
does have8
a quaint sound9
I always like these days10
The sky still like a painting11
Gray clouds 12
littered 13
with many spots of blue14
not even sunlight15
peering through16
And17
that18
fresh19
roast bake!20
to be eaten21
hot22
from the oven23
Or, instead24
with25
butter and jam26
a27
ripe julie mango28
on the side29
Yes, bake30
freshly cooked31
in a pan32
very hard to hide33
Music playing34
from her "Gram"35
Dancing36
the latest American steps37
Somehow its still a surprise38
how39
news travels 40
so fast41
with no breeze blowing42
My neighbours (and my sisters' friends) always show up43
just44
as 45
the46
bake comes out47
and48
then the clouds break.49
Author notes
This is true well kinda. I have so many rain memories that I had to share this one. The poem is written in West Indian primarily Trinidadian dialect.
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Comments
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Your imagery is fantastic, you create visions allowing us to feel as if we are there.
Really wonderfully done. -
Excellent!
"The sky still like a painting
Gray clouds
littered
with many spots of blue
not even sunlight
peering through"
*sigh*.... i'm in love! You know I adore imagery and this is great!
It seems that a storm is a pleasure... well, to us in the Caribbean it is. It's an excuse to curl up and enjoy the coolness and the music and anything warm
You're king of the free form! u know that?!
I loved ur use of dialect as well.
(Put that it's dialect in ur author's comments... ppl won't know and they'll think it's bad grammar
)
belle
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