the rain didn't stop all afternoon,
with wild wind blowing I drove in the gloom.
I knew too late I should have turned 'round,
traffic was pushing me out of town;
the winds felt as strong as a typhoon.
outside the car the wild gusts did hoon
the situation inopportune;
against the car waves started to pound.
the rain didn't stop...
with flooding as bad as a monsoon,
I wished my car could be a pontoon.
waves threatened to sweep me from the ground,
as the rain kept pounding all around;
I felt trapped inside a death cocoon.
the rain didn't stop...
aabba aabR aabbaR
Lines 9 and 15 are short - a refrain (R) consisting of a phrase taken from line one. The other lines are longer (but all of the same metrical length).
notes
Here's the prompt that inspired the poem.
This is something I actually experienced and have written about several times. I don't know that I've ever really dealt with it. I tend to deal with things by putting them to the back of my mind and hoping they fuck off.
Yes, I backdated the poem. I don't think it's very good. I was going to do a Haibun, but then I thought I'd give the Rondeau a bash. I probably shouldn't have.
I'm somewhat emotionally dysregulated right now and don't feel like doing anything else with this mess. You get what you get.
~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~
Ornery Owl wishes this tree had some candy, but it just has pumpkins, bats, and other owls.
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