Sit and watch, sit and watch
Till it comes for you: a tiny tune
With a tilted hat and sad moustache
And crimson heart hastily sewn
Upon the sleeve. Do receive
Its clumsy fingers in your own;
Lend it a small rhyme to weave
Dancing rain in autumn-blown
Branches, pavements, cloudy streets;
Rise and take it by the hand,
Twirl it round to the beat
And play it with a marching band.
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Which is to say, I should be studying. I know, I know. =(
Mimi Mondal 
eh this is pretty. and kind of sad, but i don’t know why?
I’m pretty sure that’s because of the word “rain”. We are all culturally conditioned to respond to rain with melancholy. It’s a conspiracy I tell you!
I love this kind of poetry. Simple, lyrical, easy And tease-y on the senses :)
Haha, but not this one in particular? Hm. :D
Reminded me of the phrase ‘word-pictures’…I could visualize that ‘tiny tune’!Its weird but I feel like calling it a pretty poem too =D
Okay, NOW I’ll write you an ugly poem. Mwahahaha.
“…a tiny tune
With a tilted hat and sad moustache”
My favourite line. The poem is a lot of fun, mostly for its simplicity. I could almost feel the beats.
:D
=( Don’t.
Okay. =(
don’t study and come up with more poetry.
Just because I suck at academics must you discourage entirely? :P
This poem is so delightfully pretty, right out of those old hand-illustrated russian folktales.
You are a bringer of joy to the heart (that happens to be hastily sewn upon the sleeve), you know?
Love this. You write amazing poetry. :)
Heheh, thankyou!