MICROPOETRY

Wanderer, Wonderer

The streets sing with him

Elizabeth Hilsch
Write Under the Moon

--

Photo by Austin Neill on Unsplash

Dark dreary downpour
Puddles slip into streams
A soaking sad eyesore
In filthy black jeans

Rain traces his jawline
It pools in his palms
It's not the first time
Regret's laid in his arms

Metal bin lid drummer
Only plays for the moon
his songs full of wonder
In the muck path ballroom

"Who is that solemn cheerleader?"
They asked, when he started to sing
Don’t you see it yet, reader?
He’s the next big thing

--

--

Elizabeth Hilsch
Write Under the Moon

Elizabeth Mavis Hilsch 💫 I want to write poems that help you put words to feelings that are hard to describe.