Sandra Adams Poet Rhyme

Predictable

predictable rise
 who knows
deer in the road
traffic woes

blackened skies
amidst the hush
parting clouds
a dawning blush

weather forecast
rain or snow
either or
unpredictably so

what ever happens
inside this day
uncontrollably
we have no say

December 5 2019
Predictable poetry contest
Sponsored by Nina Parmenter

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Caren Krutsinger December 6, 2019 at 7:33 AM It is important to realize we are not in charge, only living here on borrowed time. Great poem. Sandra Adams December 6, 2019 at 10:17 AM I couldn't agree more...Each second of borrowed time is a gift... thank you my friend... hugs

John Hamilton December 5, 2019 at 9:49 PM Nice little ditty Sandy, I hit a deer last year poor thing! Sandra Adams December 6, 2019 at 10:17 AM i hit my first a few years ago right in front of the cemetery my dad's in...it jumped the fence and landed in the road in front of me, no time for any reaction other than ugh...he went airborne ...sadly... Thank you so much John :) hugs

Na Na December 5, 2019 at 5:32 PM Hi Sandra wonderful poem. We hit a deer the other week. Took off the bumper. What kills people is they swerve to miss it. Just hit the deer. Thanks for sharing this. Best of luck in the contest Sandra Adams December 5, 2019 at 6:00 PM ouch, sorry to hear you hit one, glad you are okay... insurance company says swerving is worse, if you can't avoid it, then hit it... thank you so much Greg... hugs :)

Anne-Lise Andresen December 5, 2019 at 12:38 PM - Thousands of moose and deer have to cope with life on Norwegian roads every year ... terribly sad, Sandra - The weather here is stormy and a lot of rain ... but can do nothing about it - Best wishes in the contest ... hope you get a top win :) - hugs // Anne-Lise Sandra Adams December 5, 2019 at 1:13 PM Here too with the deer my friend. It was a busy road but very early. I stopped and waited for him to find his way across the road but I see many that did not fair so well. Thank you my friend :) hugs

Running Wolves December 5, 2019 at 12:00 PM This is truly poetry perfection. Sandra Adams December 5, 2019 at 12:04 PM Thank you so very much Robert... :) hugs

Hello There December 5, 2019 at 12:00 PM So true! Anything can happen on any given day, and we have little to no control over any of it ~ that we can predict! ;) Awesome piece of writing, Sandra! Sandra Adams December 5, 2019 at 12:03 PM Thank you so much my friend...every day is an adventure...we can only control so much of it... hugs :)

Chris Green December 5, 2019 at 11:00 AM And Sandy posts a rhyming poem which was definitely unpredictable but so beautifully done that I hope it becomes the opposite. Loved this my friend and yes...the weather, can't think of anything that is predicted so much for something so unpredictable. Best wishes in the contest Sandra Adams December 5, 2019 at 11:11 AM a centered rhyming poem....so unpredictable of me... this day was weird...a deer standing in the middle of the road, confused, the black mountain of clouds, the little break just beneath with a bright blush... Thank you my friend... hugs