Wet morning, wanderingideas grey as cloudsor sidewalks washed with rain.Walk, avoiding puddles.Wisdom or confusion,who’s to know? Worthierquestions have confoundedsearchers for centuries.I got the street’s memo:Here, embrace the wetness,always seek your own way,& write everything down.
For the Real Toads: This Prompt Brought to You By the Letter W
Love the wisdom of wetness: write it down ~ cool challenge, Marian! Ths.
ReplyDeletewrite everything down . . . oh yes.
ReplyDeleteGot the street's memo ~~ check!
ReplyDeletei love 'ideas grey as clouds'...and also the close..
ReplyDeleteWorthier and wetness, what wonders within!
ReplyDelete"and write everything down" - perfect!
ReplyDeleteSuch wisdom in the wetness...and yes write everything down!!
ReplyDeleteI love the last line, too, but most of all I love the way you described our weather. Well, okay, we had snow mixed with the rain, which was pretty grim, and I should never have tried driving into the city, but it was only rain when I left. The snow came after I got onto the Trans Canada Highway.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the W prompt. I had fun with it.
Luv, K
I'll just weigh in with everyone else... Always write things down! Beautiful write!
ReplyDeleteYour use of W words is very subtle in this poem, yet each one is most significant to the meaning of the poem. I love the messages to be found in weather, especially in rain.
ReplyDeleteI love the last stanza, really priceless Marian ~ Thanks for the fun challenge ~
ReplyDeleteHa! This is terrific. Very good advice. K.
ReplyDeleteI write digitally :) ~
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