ryan-vingum
I'm a 19 year old creative writing/journalism student at the University of Wisconsin, Eau Claire. Normally I prefer to writing fiction, but sometimes, a poem just sneaks out of me, and I have to write it down. I enjoy writing whenever I can, reading, and the outdoors
Cold, freezing, stinging, sideways rain
catches me off guard
A grey, leadened sky; it falls;
wisps of raincloud; swirl twist,
mix. Somewhere thunder echoes through
empty, flooded streets, brazen and cold
A few children in a narrow alley;
half naked in dark puddles, among broken crates
and trash and a wet, decomposing smell. Smiles
at the cold water between their toes
and numb feet
Shrieks and cries at distorted pictures
in the muddy water. Freezing water splashed
in each others face, until they are blue, or
their mothers call for them;
they playfully run for cover
Thin layers of cloud, pulled back like velvet
curtains. Pulled back, revealing a brief sunlit
puddle. The children see it, face first to the
icy water, but the curtain drops,
a thud on the empty stage.
Dec 15, 2011
Dec 15, 2011 at 1:43 PM UTC