Washed Out

Written for:  Poetic Asides #383
For today’s prompt, write an “it can’t be” poem. That is, a poem about something that just can’t be true. For some, this might mean a heart-broken love poem at the end of a relationship. For others, it might be dealing with a death. Still, it could be as trivial as a sports team losing or running out of chocolate (gasp!).

It can’t be
raining again. No!
Not after
two straight weeks,
black puddles of depression.
Even dogs are down.

Hillsides slide,
backyards lie across
highways. Trees
topple down
on water-logged, spongy ground.
It can’t be raining.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to Washed Out

  1. Tom Merriman says:

    Ah – I can feel the frustration coming through with this one! Good poem, Sara.


  2. whimsygizmo says:

    Awwww. I’m so sorry. Send some our way!


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