poem: Misbehaving Roofs

Every time

I watch the roof

from out of the corner

of my eye

the struts fold upwards

like hands beseeching prayer

and the tiles

honest to God

are jumping with joy

in the rain.

But when I turn back and stare

head on

everything behaves once again

as good roofs

are expected to.

Reviews

[bob, small b. aka invs]

the most interesting things always happen just at the edge of our sight. there's a poem or story there somewhere.

[Sami Khalil]

I hope you are high on love . LOl
just kidding

[Marie Anzalone]

combination sleep deprivation, Central American chocolate, and psychic tomfoolery I imagine. Alas, nothing more interesting. Love does far stranger things to me than this.

[Sami Khalil]

Lol ...

[Moonflower]

This was wonderful. I love poetry like this, short and fun, but well written and original concept. Excellent poem. Thanks for sharing!

[Marie Anzalone]

Thanks, I am glad you enjoyed it!

[Moonflower]

You're very welcome, dear

[Clockwork]

Oh the joys of reality and the half worlds--or sleep deprivation and lots of caffeine!

[Marie Anzalone]

It was definitely a combo of all 3, Clockwork... that, and it was written in Central America, aka Land Where Anything is Possible.

[gombeggar]

ahh...good roofs indeed

[Marie Anzalone]

as it should be. but I prefer them misbehaving.

[gombeggar]

but of course u do...however else would u?

[Emily B]

I have been blessed by your words.

[Mary]

Ah yes the playfulness of the inanimate when they think we're not looking. I like the lines "honest to God are jumping with joy in the rain" and 'as good roofs are expected to do" Thanks for the smile.

[Marie Anzalone]

You're welcome, Mary. As another reviewer pointed out, I was sleep-deprived enough, hyped up on caffeine enough, and taking in the sights in a cafe in Guatemala, that this poem describes something I actually saw. Glad it made you smile!