Passing poem
Unseen words
Filter through my mind
Like dripping water
To form a pool
With each drop
The pool grows wider
With each splash
New words do form
Until spilling over
Onto the paper
Forming a sentence
In time a poem
But my mind does wonder
The pool seems to leak
For each written word
Does not speak
The flowing words
Are passing by
My mind becomes blank
The pool becomes dry
Mishael-Checed Michael- Sanda
Tue 5th Sep 2017 19:34
I love the connection between dripping water and your mind... It's really creative...