Oswald’s sliding down the coast
like a big cyclonic snail
rain trail globs
flood the coast
while my husband solves puzzles
with falling blocks
that never fit together
the way you’d expect
all sides being equal it’s not so strange
that Oswald should visit and stay awhile
the rain dancers expected him
and smile
they called him with wishes kissed into the air
and his big burly blob sits on the front porch
leaving huge puddles on parched earth
that rush down to the rivers
overflowing with the tides
He’s not completely unwelcome
and there’s not much choice
on the weather menu of extremes
dry toasted landscapes
bushfire charcoaled scenes
remnants of summer turn into soup of the day
the blocks fit snugly
into the puzzle
that’s not exactly right
And as what’s left of Oswald’s tail
whips the air around us
my husband gets a high score
and we wait for the deluge
expected to be another record breaker
all things being equal
All things considered, it sounds like a rather touch and go day.
oh heck..you seem to have just a crazy weather over there…love the puzzling in between…ha…lots of things don’t fit together like you’d expect..
Very vivid writing here, Dianne. An enjoyable read!
The weather in so many places seems so very crazy. We are having thunderstorms with RAIN here in what should be our coldest (and snow-filled) month. Flood warnings out for tonight…when children should be making snowmen! A very vivid write.
ha all things being equal and all…sometimes the bricks just wont fit…for sure….its def been a crazy weather year this year….friday we had snow, monday ice, today 68 degrees and snow again on friday…what the heck? smooth rhythm poet
The world spins and we play games hoping nothing changes.
A lovely write, Di 🙂
I’m imagining Tetris. Also, I love how Oswald takes on such a personality that he seems like something other than a storm.
It was very similar to Tetris…has him completely hooked. 🙂
Cleverly done…and I enjoyed the personification too. ‘remnants of summer turn into soup of the day’…ha! 🙂 Really enjoyed your write!
cool write. Love the way Tetris, rain, personality is all combined here. Really nicely done. Thanks
The blocks never fit like we expect–great poem, with some marvelous lines. I like this one:” and his big burly blob sits on the front porch.” Nice!