In the pouring rain, she frolicked,
Not a worry in her mind, carefree,
To the vagaries, she was indifferent,
To enjoy life, she didn't need a reason.
Things hadn't been this way always,
To her friend, her sorrows, she poured,
She used to cry for no real reason,
And, to life, she was indifferent.
A conscious decision she had made,
Pouring into it, her heart and soul,
To live well, her motivating reason,
And, to others, she became indifferent.
Sometimes that's all the works. Great poem!
ReplyDeleteGood for her!
ReplyDeleteI like how you repeated the words, but didn't at the same time. Interesting technique.
i agree with TC about the technique. unique.
ReplyDeleteas for the content, love it. indifference is a blessing at times. i wish i was good at pulling it off. :)
I enjoyed your poem and its form. I always love to read different styles of poetry.
ReplyDeleteWonderful! It is a true gift when we learn to celebrate life amidst the sorrows. Great writing!
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