A Perfect Storm

by CJ Maleney   Oct 12, 2018


The wind howls as rain is driven horizontally.
My coat flaps and my hat is once more whipped into the air.

If ever there was weather to match my mood then this is it.

Still, I toil with pick and shovel turning the garden that was your playground and your scavenging place at barbecues into a muddy mire.

I stare into the hole, wishing that the only thing to go into it was me.

It saddens me to think that the spot where you would shelter from the sun, will become your final resting place.

Tomorrow doesn't bear thinking about
Yet I can think of nothing else for I know what is to come.

    report violation
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  • 5 years ago

    by Scott Cole

    Congrats on this win I really liked it

  • 5 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    In just 10 lines you have put in the weight of your pain with such
    vivid imagery and it just takes the reader along with you till the end...
    sorry for the loss of your dog...take care

    Congrats on the Win!

  • 5 years ago

    by CJ Maleney

    Not really what it's about but if you liked it then I'm pleased

    Craig

  • 5 years ago

    by Paul Hirst

    I'm not sure but I get darkness from this poem it feels like a scratching on the bedroom door at night when your alone and don't own a cat or dog
    It disturbed me
    Wonderfully
    Great Write

  • 5 years ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Sorry I missed this last week Craig. It's heartbreaking and so well expressed. I'm so sorry for your loss. Glad this is on the front page. Well done xx
    =^.^=

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