Mystic Man
An angry cloud hurls at him heavy drops
of water, and lightning hurls fiery balls;
a coin into his old tin rarely plops,
and an apple from a passing hand – falls,
while a line or two, he hastily scrawls.
The stray dogs’ twisted tails busily dance
seeing this curious man's mystic trance
whereas one or two wonder, what he rhymes.
A passing teen at his writing - does glance
And hears the rhymes that the man slyly chimes.
10 syllables in each line ( Ref: https://www.howmanysyllables.com)
Sept. 26, 2020
DIZAIN Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Copyright © Newton Ranaweera | Year Posted 2020
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