After The Drought
The clouds just join till rain’s a melody,
I hear the words pitched in every drop,
something’s in the song the lyricist should steal,
the vocals are tense as strings of harps,
the flood just a concert unconcealed.
About the Author: Jason Visconti has attended both group and private poetry workshops. His work has appeared in various journals, including “Blazevox”, “Valley Voices”, and “The American Journal of Poetry”. He especially enjoys the poetry of Pablo Neruda and Billy Collins.
Image Credit: Chase Dimock “Rain Clouds at Night” (2021)
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