Oh, the Irony

[gernseeker]

Oh, the Irony

Rain
Such a transcendental being,
Pounding its existence on the blanketed street dwellers.
Glazing eyes that mirror each splash,
Resonating minds of our gloomy past,
A past so sad that it comes in gaps,
Gaps that are now filled with each rain splash.
Toxins, although not toxic,
That invade our minds like they invade our boxes,
Lying there on the surface, reflecting their sad faces.
Faces that only know pain and gentrification,
While hot sun beach dwellers are all on vacation.
Irony
Oh, the irony

BJ - love the effort.

I am having trouble with rain as a transcendental being - but if I'm buying that I'm not sure what it has to do with the rest of the poem. Maybe rework that line to help develop your point. I'm distracted by transcendental - it's just too big to ignore.

You illuminate the plight of the homeless well - voices too often silenced. Thanks.