We had a day of rain in Harbour that continued sullenly until a front moved through to provide a glorious sunset.

Dirge And Gloria In Three Movements

An oppressive wet wool rain
Settles deep on my shoulders
Leaden clouds smoke in roiling
Billows pushed sullenly by
Inconsequential swirls of air

Greased seas slide by black piles
Draped in widows weeds of
Spent sea grass and useless effluvia
Held tightly by a mangy current
Pocked by arhythmic raindrops

A subtle shift of air slowly
Asserts a bolder intensity
To become a wind commanding
Order from the vapid vapours
Drenching in a last spite of petulance

And then the sun

Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-08-22 at 14:43

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There are many masterful moments in this brief piece, from the metaphor of the first line to the renewing simplicity of the last. Bravo and thank you!

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I've known many such days, but never seen one so well described