Ok, am really beginning to enjoy iambic tetrameter. It will be sad when Post-It note poetry month is over as I have enjoyed the challenge. This next one was a little too long for one post it so I present it without a picture, for your enjoyment.
Summer Squall
A summer squall is rolling in
A subtle draft, a pleasant breeze,
has turned into a broiling thing
of heated words and brimming tears
The pressure builds and peace is rent,
the squall pulls in a thousand thoughts
from petty showers not quite yet spent
and love is lost, as battle's fought.
But like, some old heroic tale
of Gods or Titans locked in war
This summer squall begins to fall;
cool tears, warm limbs, and love once more.
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