I, Instead

I remember

That casual

Look--

Motioning

To rounded

Form.

Such an

Inconvenience!

Such a

Problem

I'd die

To have.

My apologies,

Your highness,

For your

Sunny day.

I know

You wanted

Rain.

Frollicking

Is more

Your style.

My hands

Are made

For

The labor

Yours

Reluctantly

Fail to do.

My feet

Are the kind

To stand

On the

Mountain

Instead of

Claiming

You know

How to

Climb

Even

While you

Only

Desire

To fly

Instead.

Reviews

[Mariah Jane]

I relate to this... in an odd way... probably not the way in which it was intended, but I do.
You have a beautiful way of conveying things. I like it :)

[Caitlin Lea]

Thank you for saying so!

I am glad you can relate to it. Poetry is very fluid like that-- people can get out of something so much more than I originally intended. Likely your interpretation is better than my intent! Ha. Thank you for reading it.