Morning Mizzle

You showed up on my bedroom shutters,
with a light and playful, pitter-patter,
a zillion, tiny, drops of drizzle
delighting in a dewy dance.


Eyes closed, body still, I keenly listened,
 to your hypnotic, steady, soothing rhythm,
and when the misty music suddenly ended,
I had fallen into a dreamy trance.

Morning, 
your mood today is dark and lazy,
despite dawn's debut of rainy energy,
 so, until the sun dries up your puddles,
I'll stay warm and snug in my cocoon covers.


Inspired by this morning's mizzle,
written for Poets United, Midweek Motif
 

Plain As Day

You'd think,

after all the 

dismal disappointment,

emotional abandonment and

ending of endearments,

you'd learn.

That you'd discern

those silences to mean

feelings of pure apathy

and not a sense of mystery,

but merely what they really were:

a complete lack of concern.

But you grew up in the 1970s, 

with a very cheery bunch of Bradys,

who lived on the other side 

of your TV screen, in a land where

 the grass was always shiny green.

source

Alas, how were you, 

an impressionable, little girl to know,

 that this wildly popular family show, 

was not the best possible example 

of reality's messy truths?

And thus,

once you'd witnessed

such idyllic scenes,

who would've dared to

spill the beans, and

 burst your bubble 

of happy dreams,

to save you from

your future wounds? 

Ha!

 Now,that would have been

sheer foolishness -

 you'd have never surrendered

to such nonsense,

even if it was 

plain as day,

as seen through your

 rose coloured glasses.

Thanks for visiting!

Poppy

Written for

 Susan's Mid Week Motif

~Foolishness~

at Poets United