Dry……
over nothing not something
………………..
blank look
dusty tongue,
paper dry
underfoot,
toes shy
away…. …. …………
too dry.
Mind hiding
empty fear
parched
impressions,
left
here.
Falsely still,
chalky
friction.
A
void?
Something (forgotten) not nothing……
something
rushing,
filling,
flowing choking
not dust but,
wet
thick
deep
water
dirty,
water
clean
wet
growth
primordial damp
hiding
mossy bones,
and…………………,
teeth.
Wet R U S H E S
silver baubles streaming……
ruthless blue,
clearly
waiting
relentlessly.
.
.
patiently. . . . . .
under dry
water.
95% of dry water is wet … nothing wet about this – wonderful stuff 🙂
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haha! thankyou xx
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love it!
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Your poetry engages all the senses; love it!
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thanks so much for reading!
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If the stars where I’d given them all to him
leave absolutely no blue.
The percussion of this piece is a stunner : )
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Thanks Mari, I love your comments! 😉
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So thought provoking … and conjures wonderful imagery too. Well done Arna!
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always happy to hear from you David xx
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great images!
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thanks xx
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