April 07, 2010

NaPoWriMo #7

a.m.

I wake up too early,
long before the rest of this
town will.

I slide the curtains away and
stare out at the hushed drip of
the rain, splashing against
the glass,

and I look down at the
Polaroids on the low table
next to me --

the photos that detail
yesterday's rain and the rain
from the five days before.

4 comments:

Georgie K. Buttons said...

Rain...rain...rain...drip...drip...

drop.

Your...posts...make...me...happy...

:)

Jessie Carty said...

i really like "hushed drip of
the rain" and the thought of taking polaroids of the rain, especially in the digital age. i just wrote a poem last night about a polaroid picture.

Katrina said...

omg love it soooo much. and hey i have a question. since i followed you can you maybe follow me? AI buddy ha ha . that'd be soo amazing!

dreamer said...

love the enjambment!