Cheers to clouds that rain colorful tears!
These clouds shield the sun-bleached, hopeful piers.
Growing fonder as I ponder,
the thunder boldly breaks asunder my wonder.
He growls in personification, with little hesitation,
but lots of premeditation,
“You’re at the end of your pier, it’s time you swim!”
Jolted by the obscure absurdity of his words, my response would begin.
“I’m unafraid to swim, but not in the midst of a thunderstorm.
I shall not toy with Death, who’d quickly collect my feeble form!”
To which he replied with, “I promise to hold back the lightning strikes of my screeching finger nails,
your life will surely be sustained and will not fail!”
With such reassurance, I arighted myself to dive in,
but my barefoot caught a wooden splinter in the pier, to my utter chagrin.
“Look, now my foot is bleeding!
So, away from this shark-infested-water, I should definitely be speeding!”
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Comments (5)
Better to swim with the dolphins lol
This is a fun and very creative poem!
The thunder sounds like a bad influence. “It’s time to swim!” Um, no thanks ⚡️🦈
This is delightfully chaotic in the best way! That ending made me grin.
Hahaha, this is a very funny and cute poem!