Sunshine On A Rainy Day

Day 26th of NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo and the optional prompt is to write an almanac poem using:

Almanac Questionnaire

Weather:  Rainy Day
Flora:   Marsh Roses
Architecture:  Limestone
Customs:   Pork Tenderloin
Mammals/reptiles/fish: Sandhill Cranes
Childhood dream: Becoming the president
Found on the Street: Streetlights
Export:  Space Exploration
Graffiti:  Art Museum
Lover:   Desiree
Conspiracy: Eating bats caused the pandemic
Dress:  Amish
Hometown memory: Traveling always but Hawaii and California are my homes
Notable person:   Albert Einstein
Outside your window, you find:  A rain soaked yard
Today’s news headline:  North Korean dictator might be dead
Scrap from a letter: Love Letter
Animal from a myth:  Winnie the Pooh
Story read to children at night: To the Moon and Back
You walk three minutes down an alley and you find:  My SUV to leave this behind
You walk to the border and hear: The way back to sunshine
What you fear:   Not much
Picture on your city’s postcard:     Crossroads of America

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Sunshine On A Rainy Day
by Michael Doyle

Sunday morning, on April 26
I'm looking to get my fix
Of the 24 hour news cycle
Before getting on my bicycle

Though speculation goes on and on
Rumor has it that Kim Jong Un
Has passed and it's another rainy day
As I think on thoughts that went their way

Like wanting to become the president
Wondering how that dream came and went
And in any event, sitting at the Crossroads
I think I'd rather eat poisoned toads

Out under the electric street lights
On the limestone streets of Indiana nights
Dreaming of spaces for our urgent exploring
Handing you a marsh rose promise and imploring

Thinking that Winnie the Pooh was right
You don't spell love you feel it as it alights
But I do love you to the moon and back
And sunshine is something that I'll never lack

As long as I have the sweet love of my Desiree
And memories of my hometown and maybe our family
Looking out the window at the rain soaked yard
Escaping in our SUV really won't be that hard

Sharing the pickles from my pork tenderloin lunch
It goes without saying that I have a hunch
You keep reading my love letters to your heart
The ones that I keep writing as I have from the start

You're three thousand miles away from me
And while writing on the wall is just graffiti
Seen at the art museum is what I'm thinking of
The traces that I feel deep of your sweet love

Other than eating bats, there's not much I fear
But I know that I need to find my way out of here
Leaving the sandhill cranes to make you mine
I'm no Einstein but I see that you're my sunshine

There's nothing Amish about the way that you dress
And I know enough to know you are my address
Where my heart belongs and I'm just enough clever
To know and feel that you are my forever

(c) April 26, 2020  Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved

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1 Response to Sunshine On A Rainy Day

  1. Chado says:

    I was disgusted with today’s NaPoWriMo prompt (as I am with most of them).
    But you inspired me to suppress my nausea and give it a shot.

    Like

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