MORNING GLOOM

Written in the morning with wet weather outside...

Thick and grey, it is,

This sky above my head,

Heavy metal, dark, in tons

Like brooding lead.

The sun fights, it does,

And loses the fight,

The leaden day remains

Like Stygian night.

Moisture falls, it does,

Driving and slow

And puddles wink with lights

That wetly glow.

I’m indoors, I am,

Away from all that gloom,

Watching my lover sigh

Across the room.

Reviews

[Vatsal Rohilla (account..]

Ah! Superb, Peter. Good use of rhyming. The theme is excellent. You describe the night in a lovely manner and cause the reader to think that you will speak of the nature, of the heavenly bodies, then you suddenly bring your lover in and make the poem- its ending- pretty more interesting.
Good one. Keep writing!

[Peter Rogerson]

Thanks for your generous input, Vatsal.