Poetry of boredom (or from boredom)
 

Rain

My friend hath returned
Pit pat by my window pane
I've longed to see you
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You woo me with your gentle voice
Your touch, at once soft, and yet a beating
You arrive, my spirits rejoice
Long I've waited for this meeting

Come closer, I see you from afar
Yet when you come, I am retreating
Blanket, fireplace, house, is where I are
But I'll enjoy you from my seating

Your thunderous friends, mine shall not be
When we meet, I flee your greeting
Not exposed, though shade, or car, or tree
For if t'were colder, you'd be sleeting

I do so love the rain!

Can't mojo you, so I gotta say this here - that's a great poem! If that's what you do when you're bored.... :snap:

CP: thanks! Which one? The haiku or the second one?

Oddly enough, I only write poetry when I'm bored because of LoT. If I was doing stuff on paper I'd be drawing :) And even then, usually you'll notice I'm cracking a joke in what I write. In this one I genuinely tried to avoid humor, but couldn't resist the sleeting line.