Jean Murray Poet Rhyme

Rainy Day Recluse

Another rainy day they say,
will follow on tomorrow.
The fact I cannot bail the hay
leaves me full of sorrow.

It's so long since the sun shone.
I feel like a recluse.
Unless it changes by morn,
my hay will be kaput.

For now I sit in my comfy chair.
The fire is brightly lit.
My old LPs are on the player.
From my poteen I take a sip.

The music of days gone by.
I hum along to the tunes.
Every now and then I sigh,
to think of my hay in ruins.

28/06/2017




For Broken Wing's contest as below:
New, Dated, poem on the theme of .............1. Rainy  2.  Rapt  3.  Recluse  4.  Ruin
Using any R form from the list of forms on this site.
Title is theme word plus 2 words.

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Anne-Lise Andresen June 29, 2017 at 5:09 AM - You enjoy the day even though it's raining, Jean :) - A lovely poem - GL in the contest - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Jean Murray June 29, 2017 at 5:13 AM Good morning Anne-Lise. I always feel a ray of Sunshine when you appear.

Daniel Turner June 28, 2017 at 9:53 AM Just sit and enjoy the drink and music, Jean:) I like this lazy poem:) Jean Murray June 28, 2017 at 10:14 AM 'Tis not me who holds the scythe Daniel, but my Granda long dead. Funny enough I have already followed your advice regardless.

Lim'Rik Flats June 28, 2017 at 9:14 AM Sad, but loverly! Hugs'n sunshines ~ j Jean Murray June 28, 2017 at 9:51 AM It's loverly to hear you say loverly.

Tim Smith June 28, 2017 at 7:55 AM Brighter days are ahead. Jean Murray June 28, 2017 at 9:50 AM Is that a promise?

Jan Allison June 28, 2017 at 5:07 AM I think make hay whilst the sun shines applies to your poem Jean and sadly we do see crops destroyed by the weather which has been horrid recently. My fuchsias are in need of bouyance aids at the moment:-( hugs Jan xx Jean Murray June 28, 2017 at 5:53 AM It's raining here as we speak Jan so the poem had help from the elements this morning. I love my garden after rain.