After the fact

Watering grass in the rain, feeding an inferno with matches

With a dirty blotter removing an ink stain, on a sunken boat battening down the hatches

Thieves have left, install an alarm, sun risen it can't be held back

Gun fired now disarm, raise the dead following attack

On the rope of time with both ends fixed how do you unknot a snarl

One stands betwixt yesterday and morrow's coming parl

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

What’s done is done. Too late to alter the situation. That’s where your words took me Soren. Like closing the stable door after the horse has bolted. The damage is done. Have a happy Monday.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you Chris for the review and understanding words of interpretation they are most valued

[Thomas W Case]

Brilliant. You bring this home with power.

[Soren]

Thanks Thomas I appreciate it

[emmajoygreen]

Soren, you truly have a special way of constructing words from mere letters into fine poetry! Your poem is a near perfect canvas - it's not only visual but highly colourful,

' Watering grass in the rain, feeding an inferno with matches. With a dirty blotter removing an ink stain, on a sunken boat battening down the hatches '

[Soren]

Thanks so much for the review and kind words Emmajoy it is most appreciated