“rain through a net”

Written for:  The Twiglets #197 - "rain through a net"


silver comets
slide through
net of sky


rain water rinsed
apples in a 
netted bowl.


a slip of a girl
dragged from one home to the next
falls through the cracks


         There once was a woman named Nettie
        who could eat many bowls of spaghetti.
             Draining Penne one night
           strainer broke, what a sight
Penne filled sink; Nettie called for delivery.


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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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6 Responses to “rain through a net”

  1. poetrybydebi says:

    Oh, that first one is such a beautiful image.

    Like

  2. Misky says:

    Yeah!! Take away! Love the limerick.

    Like

  3. Jules says:

    Stunning first piece, the second reminds me of living on a farm 🙂

    “a slip of a girl
    dragged from one home to the next
    falls through the cracks”

    Too many slip through those kinds of cracks.

    Fun Limerick

    Like

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