Wishful Thinking

When it seems impossible to make something you want happen, it's not bad to just wish upon a star.

Majestic full moon crowned by puffy clouds

Amidst the dark, it looks extremely proud.

The stars say sorry, they were absentees

Last night when rain was flirting with the breeze.

Monsoon from northwest brings its tickling cold

While children chill as stories old are being told.

The creamy coffee sends apologies;

It failed to vanquish all the nip in me.

With every sip, there's heat outpowered by

Low Celsius that December never can belie.

If caffeine keeps its promised sure-fire flight

From slumber in this one September night,

I'll wait for falling stars that God lets loose

For hopeful souls whose hearts reside in blues.

Author's Note

Not a Shakespearean nor a Petrarchan sonnet; just a 14-line poem in iambic pentameter with a rhyme scheme of aabbccddeeffgg

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Reviews

[Solar]

I like the way the poem interweaves homely images with magical images of nature - ending on a rising blue note.


Thank you for pointing out the metric aspect - very useful to me as I am still grappling with structure.

[Riley]

really amazing! i love it! i know that might not mean much though but still very beautiful none the less