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Somewhat Rhyming Poem On Weather Patterns For Writing Workshop
By Claire Stemmer
Well I'm so sorry
that all we ever talk about anymore
are the weather patterns.
Because I overheard you talking
about the snails and the birds and the boats
&Nobody knows culture the way you do.
I'm skipping over these used love lines
when you're beating down on the ocean tides
you let your hair become that boring brown
you swore you never would.
&we painted this scene for you, love
The moment you set your watch for this figment, for this future
"Oh i wanted to see you shake"
Quiver and quake
"Oh but it was so much better when the sun did sail"
Nobody does culture the way you do.
You told me dreams were cutthroat eyelids closed.
&since love is a created mindgame with no ending
You be careful, cause your eyes do tell
the story inside you which you refuse to sell
now everythings so in-motion
&we are such a blur
&you cant hold it steady
but you cant watch it drown
I knew this place was bad news
before I came to town.
Now you're mouthing the words to your favorite song
While I'm finished singing, I've been humming all along.
Weather Patterns.