Posted in October 2016, Triolet

The Rains Return

rain
There are gloomy skies in Portland

The persistent rains have come back

And many people think it’s grand

There are gloomy skies in Portland

In pouring rain some love to stand

And their love for rain doesn’t lack

There are gloomy skies in Portland

The persistent rains have come back

Triolet

(I was thinking of my grandson Dylan when I wrote this poem. He loves the rain so very much) 

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Posted in September 2016, Shadorma

Cast-Aways

Homeless woman
Left sitting,

Used, unwanted,

Rejected,

Abandoned.

Sitting like an old drink cup,

No one needs or notices 

Shadorma

(This poem was inspired as I was cleaning out the inside of my car. My grand-children often leave their empty soda cups behind after we have had lunch at a fast food restaurant.  Upon seeing these empty, used, un-wanted cups my mind thought of the great homeless problem the nearby city of Portland, OR is facing.  I hope this poem brings awareness to the ever growing problem of homelessness in Portland, OR. and that the link to the news story regarding the problem will be read by those who might be able to help in providing a solution some way.)

Portland’s Homeless Challenge-City Journal