For many seasons I have sheltered here
In safety behind these walls
From lyrical youthful days of spring
to banshee like winter's squall
Golden harvested days with a nip
My favorite of them all
In the dead of winter born to this place
Summer an alien world
The month of July a gauntlet
A course to be abhored
The stark beauty of a winters day trees
black silhouetted against sky
A fire to stay warm easily done
Escape heat I'd see you try
Even if we strode around naked
There is just more to cook to a turn
Convectional winds superheated
Solar rays guaranteeing to burn
Within these walls where I reside
of flesh and scaffold of bone
I would happily abide with winter,spring,fall
and leave old Summer alone
The light is at the tunnels end
the weather channel predicts
The dog days arriving well before time
No more this year summer sics
I'll eat popcicles whenever I want to
Shower ten times a day
Do whatever to ride out this heatwave
and let summer have its way
To many
Raining is just a simple scenery
But to me is a bit different
When it's a convectional rain
Drops by drops
I'll let them fall into my palms, patting me
To regain confidence and love
When it showers
It looks like
A baby enjoys playing water, splashing
It invites laughter ang happiness
When it is a heavy downpour
It looks like a
A baby crying back home, sadly
There's no bargain
When it rains nonstop
It looks like
A disaster called flood is, waiting ahead
And no doubt, it brings misery and death
Blazing sun with horrid heat waves
Parching leaves and shallow brooks
Earth scorched like a frying pan
At once, a depression in the ocean
Cold winds, convectional rains chill weather
Miraculous nature always surprises me.
Date: 17-05-2021.
OF COURSE A SONNET is just a word
No its not it’s something I’ve never heard
But what does it mean, I didn’t know
To the dictionary I did go
OF COURSE A SONNET should not confuse
With lyrics that are fourteen lines long
Convectional rhyming schemes are used
When it’s read it can sing like a song
OF COURSE A SONNET goes back in time
Back when Shakespeare was making a rhyme
I read a few and thought they were fine
But it’s not the form, for poems like mine
OF COURSE A SONNET, just isn’t me
My poems are simple as they can be
METER FORM - SONNET
Nimbus clouds form original artwork
Cuddled with their feathery friends,
Floating with the convectional current,
Fostered by directional winds.
Palm trees shake and wave goodbye,
Bid farewell with verdant hands,
Roaming the desert on a camel's hump,
Chasing a patch of shaded sand.
Scorching grains like fiery coal,
Shelter, slithering, sidewinder snakes.
Plants are nourished by natural wells,
An oasis fueled by underground lakes.
Vultures soar and scavenge dunes,
A dying beast calls the flock,
Sharpened beaks smell rotten meat,
Ascend on flesh, bone and rock.
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