I want something elite and old money,
I want something upper echelon-like quaint.
Upper Echelon-like Quaint
(Writer's favorite)
// poetry
If you're a raindrop on a rainy day
How do you expect to stand out...?
I'm out here freezing full-fledged ice cubes,
To get the heated pavement to frost and flout.
The value of a raindrop
Is in a season of drought and scorch.
The darkness begs for mercy,
When the raindrop turns torch.
Wisdom straight out of the Wordsmith's porch
I'm escalating gears a notch
Skipping the fleet of stairs to the top
I want the pinnacle hopscotch.
Blotch, Blotch
Its raindrop dipped in paint
I want something elite and old money,
I want something upper echelon-like quaint.
I want old money looking obsolete
I detest the average Jack and Pete
Like a race car driver turned tycoon
I want to set artistic fire to the author's seat.
Cold feet from a blizzard
This Raindrop, salty teardrop - turned paint
This versatility in color & pace
Quietly Killing it, Keeping it Quaint.
Synopsis.
The life and times of a raindrop, which paradoxically showered on an infernal hot day. It's a poetic spin to compare a tear drop of an artistically motivated individual to channel creativity into substance and elevate his current state of being into a higher self, beyond the physical plane of limitation.
An ethereal abundance to levitate into an oblivion of color, navigating into a sense of class, substance, definition and confidence despite current conditions. It will all be alright.
From Teardrop which is a Painstop;
To an evolved Raindrop, mixed with paint.
That's the gravel you must walk barefoot.
To one day transition to Keeping it Quaint.
Quaint. the poster.
