Mouth of the pond, sprinkles to the taste*
Quietly I ponder in solace of the room
No anticipation to get anywhere soon
Journey I take from sitting in this past
No longer of substance this time did not last
Now I move in slowly from this journey to a pond
A slight breeze settles in , partially calm
One drop is felt from rain or maybe two
Watching how they hit the surface plane in view
Now more and more seem to group up and going south
The pond invites all new comers in multiple mouths
But a drenching is taking to this place in which it receives
Soaked to the bone now, it is time to leave
Dom*Colucci © 2021
Really loved this one. It is so peaceful! One can actually feel the rain drops falling on the pond. Blessed!
ReplyDelete~thanks~last weekeend it was raining and looked dep into where I was sitting`heard the voice and commenced writing~enjoy~
DeleteReally loved this one. It is so peaceful! One can actually feel the rain drops falling on the pond. Blessed!
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