No one to tap
Smoke yet no fire; thunder yet no rain;
Rain, he goes under; pain, not any gain;
Claps, ah, now no one to tap;
Slap, I feel there is some gap;
Brain, but soon it drains, and fall - all in vain.
Syllabic counter: 10/10/7/7/10
*A 3rd Place* in the following contest (judged on Nov. 29, 2020)
Nov. 28, 2020
Out On A Lim Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Joseph May
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