It begins early evening, lasts twelve hours
Resolute, incessant, deliberate
Weighing down the coloured canopy still clinging to the branches
Seeping its way into covered porches, rusting brake drums, and the joints of old men
Cold, wet, relentless
I pull the quilt over my head, for just ten minutes more
Paul Hock wrote this story.
Describes today in Denver exactly!
I was inspired by the last day at the cottage. I guess it’s better to have that kind of weather. A sunny day, and you would want to stay, :)
Great! I have seen and felt this rain, standing on my own porch (Michigan). I am curious about the sparse/missing punctuation. This is a 50 word story that lingers long after the reading. Thank you.
Thank you for your comment. I am guilty of not paying enough attention to my grammar teacher. :)
Actually the version on this page is not the lined format I sent in. I think they compact everything inot a paragraph form. I will keep this in mind for future entries.
Hey Paul! For what it’s worth, I attempt to keep submissions in the same format as they are sent in when I can (except in some cases where I take an editor’s liberty and adjust line breaks to improve artistic effect). But some types of indentations and things are difficult to display in emails (and on a site like this one), so I assume that’s what was lost in your email.
I still think the poem works very well! :)
Elegant prose-picture. Love it.
Thank you for your kind words Alex
I could experience that and visualize it as I read—-Nice!
Thank you