Bad Weather


M ornin’ Leo, headin’ to work
yeah Frank, runnin’ late, as usual
how’re the wife and kids Leo
good, they’re good Frank
how’s your family
well Leo, the kids are good
but me’n m’wife — well…
we’re havin’ some issues Leo
well, that’s a shame Frank
yeah Leo, ya’ know…

she blew into my life like a typhoon
a hurricane of love
her kisses hot as lightning
striking from above

her passion was a tempest
I was swept up in its force
but now the winds have died
this storm may have run its course

my thoughts are grey and cloudy
my eyes at times do rain
my heart’s caught in this cold front
bad weather’s bringing pain

I hope the warm winds will return
as well — the clear blue skies
but my freezing heart does yearn
to again see sun-fire in her eyes

well, that sucks Frank, sorry to hear that
but ya’ know what they say
love is like the weather — and a traffic light
it’s frustratin’, but jus’wait, it’ll change
OK, this light has changed
so I gotta get to the office — take care Frank
yeah, me too, my in-box is overflowin’
you take care Leo
say hi to the family

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rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: Sunday Muse

 


20 thoughts on “Bad Weather”

  1. Oh the conversations we have stuck in traffic … this one was fun, some are not. (she’s baaaaaaackkkkk.)

  2. Ah, this conversation rings very true to life………the fires do simmer down after a time and in the best case scenarios a good companionship takes their place. I enjoyed your poem, Rob.

  3. and a traffic light it’s frustratin’,
    but jus’wait, it’ll change

    So it does. It did change in time so nothing’s the matter. Life is such. Truly Rob!

    Hank

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