Diphthongs
Just because the rain
in Spain, doesn’t mainly fall
on your side of the plain
how about we learn
to stop making everything
revolve around you or me
and we just simply appreciate
how the sounds of vowels
bouncing off our eardrums —
the same way rain droplets
tiptoe across hot tin roofs
on summer grammarless afternoons —
as if forming single syllables
that together stamp their loud feet
across the quiet blank page.
Speaking of ligatures & diph-
thongs on hot summer afternoons,
just the other day
when there wasn’t a cloud in the sky
and as if out of nowhere
most of the twenty vowel sounds
began pouring down hard
pit-pet-put-pat all about
and clearly, without a care
until the dog and mouse
of the English language
decided to cut their phonetic losses
and find the home of the boy
on that plain of Spain
where without water, it somehow rains!
