The Promise of April Rain

Newly revised hard to say. Human Services battle fatigue, perhaps. In the land of tax cuts fueling budget cuts for programs serving the poor and needy

The Promise of April Rain

 

In the warmest March on record

There’s no way of coping

With doping up our way of working

Five masquerades as eight

In the name of smarter not harder

We celebrate the inchoate appeal

Neglect and expectations surreal

Dorothy clicking her red heels

Wishing on a fibrillating heart

Catch a cyclone and ride it home

With a trendy can do attitude

Constructed of wisps of air

Shred in the flow and ebb

Hoping for ecstasy

In a land of misery

The accountants miserly

Meting out decisions

Without rhyme, without reason

The sand blasted fate of the few

Left to keep up the pace

To face the needy

And hand outstretched greedy

With a string sack of promises

Slipping out of the grasp

Cascading down the weary drain

Our rheumy eyes staring

At the promise of April rain

 

2012 April

David P. Eckert

Reviews

[Phantom Heart]

There are so many lines that I love in this poem that I would have to rewrite it if I was to quote you. I have been trying to fins words to say but all I can think of is how much I enjoyed it. Thanks for stumping me with your poem.