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September Cycles

December 9, 2019
By ryanhanning BRONZE, Ben Lomond, California
ryanhanning BRONZE, Ben Lomond, California
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The rain falls on my roof

I like to sit and listen

A small branch snaps

Under the pressure


I like to sit and listen

Learning a lot from the rain

Under the pressure

The fog doesn't settle


Learning from the rain

Ages me in ways I cannot explain

The fog hasnt settled

And mom hasnt come home yet


I've aged in ways I cannot explain 

The clouds cry for me

Because mom hasnt come home yet

And only they understand


The clouds are crying

But I imagine happiness

And only they understand

And we laugh together


I can imagine happiness

Birds singing on a sunny day

We laugh together

We breathe


Birds singing on a sunny day

The rain stops falling on my roof

We breathe

Under the pressure


The author's comments:

In my Modern Literature class we were given the task of writing a Pantoum, and this was what I ended up turning in. This poem was inspired by my mother and how I have been caught in the rain waiting for her to come home a few times (metaphorically and literally) and some homages to my asthma and her job as a respiratory therapist. 


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