Julia Ward Poet Verse

In Neath

In this back street in Neath
I hear the patter of rain...
The drains are filling fast,
and I'm so cold.

Reflective windows
are there none in this dark street,
for all is boarded up -
a travesty.

Black male cats
don't show up in this bleak street,
or females come to think of it...
A joke - that's me.

But I'm so cold
that I can barely chat to you,
and this isolation
is wearying to my soul.

More I cannot speak - 
so wet in thundery rain
and it's filling up my shoes...
I have to go.

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8/21/2015

Contest -  Rain

Sponsor - Silent One

3rd Place win

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