Water and Silt
Water and Silt
Ever the dreamer
unable to see
as his carefully laid plans
Ever the dreamer
unable to see
as his carefully laid plans
came to naught,
and he found himself
in a century-old house
where cats had
crawled about
the matriarch of the clan
rocking in her chair
with simplistic ease.
In a land of poverty
where nothing took to the soil
but weeds.
When winter came
you moved about
to keep warm
as if there were no walls
surrounding you.
You turned on
the creaky bathtub
faucet,
and after an
interminable delay,
there came a
burst
like a bronchial fit,
an equal measure
of water and silt.
Brilliant. Says it all really. :)
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Thanks, Suzanne.
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loved every aspect of it, Tom Marvellous piece – thank you.
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You’re very welcome.
Thanks for the kind words, Don.
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“there came a burst like a bronchial fit,”—Great description! The healthcare provider in me likes that one. :)
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Thanks!
I had bronchitis for a month years and years ago. I thought it’d never leave…
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Very eloquent :)
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Thanks, Paula. Very happy with this how this one turned out – not always the case…
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The last stanza is just wow.
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Thank you.
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Terrific!
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Thanks, Elena.
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