ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

LONELY ... a rondelet .. Maureen Clifford ©

Through open doors
he saw the wet and windy day.
Through open doors.
He heard laughter upon the moors -
smiling puddles begged kids to play.
The empty evening stretched away,
through open doors.

But that's a rhyming poem in the non rhyming section ??

So it is, Neville. Perhaps Maureen has chosen this spot because it is not exactly a bush poem.

But I think it probably belongs in ABPA members poetry - do you agree, Maureen?

Cheers
Shelley

I think I was having a blonde moment or a bit of brain fade Shelley and Neville - the poetry prompts were in the wrong spot as well Feel free to move it Shelley if you would

I will move it Maureen - but as since discussed, the "mis-location" of the poetry prompts was not your error, but mine when I was moderating and locking the topic. Oops - and apologies.

O dear Maureen,Shelley, I was just teasing, sorry about the trouble. Nice little rondolet.