It’s not raining,
But I’ll take my umbrella to look rich.
I try to impress him but he never talks.
I look at him but he doesn’t blink.
The skies are grey because I’m disappointed.
Doesn’t he know who I am?
What I can do?
I’m the goddess of summer
But his intentions bring me to fall.
He stays in the same spot everyday.
So I know where to find him.
I go confront him
Then I realize… he’s just a scarecrow.
So the skies are clearing.
I look away from it, feeling underestimated.
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ReplyDeleteits funny how that woman had thought that the scarecrow was a real man... good poem
ReplyDeleteInteresting... with the lady, high-class, and the scarecrow, low-class. contradictions.
ReplyDeleteBam is right, there are lots of contradictions in the poem--and the story line brings tension too. You're poems always have tension in them but only sometimes release.
ReplyDeleteThe part where the woman thought the scarecrow is a man is hilarious. & the part where shes like doesnt he know who i am? Its like seeing a person for the first time in a while & they dont even remember/reconize you, then you get all embarrassed/mad. Hehe. Nice work with the whole poem.
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