I am a silent worded poem
Written alongside my story
Drawn on a rainy day
On behalf of those thousand sheep
I counted
And failed to fall asleep
Written alongside my story
Drawn on a rainy day
On behalf of those thousand sheep
I counted
And failed to fall asleep
I am a river that flows
Through medieval towns
With alive luggage laden boats
That anchor at every
Fisherman’s hut
To offload yesterday’s lunch
For morrow’s hungry dinner
I am a pitcher of water
Oozing of condensed droplets
That escaped my sealed lips
And the wind blew
Carrying coded drum beats
Message that they decipher
But never decode
And get that wrong…
