
Where the Rain Falls
Up there on the north side
of the house where moss clings
emerald thick on the roof tiles,
and where the grey lead gutters
broaden into thirsty throats for rain
and sag from the pressing years,
I found a rebellious daisy growing.
Poem form: A Sevenling. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
10 responses to “28 May: A Sevenling”
Lovely piece, marvellous rebellion
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Thanks. Nearly missed yours. WordPress has gone a bit rebellious also – they put you in the spam drawer. Twits.
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lovely!
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Thanks!
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They speckle our lawn
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They’ll do that, too. Better than dandelions, imo.
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Oh I always used to love to puff on dandelions. That’s how I learned to tell the time.
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Really? In what way did you learn to tell time?
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One puff, one o’clock, two puffs, two… until the deanelion was spent. Never failed!
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