Tuesday, November 25, 2008


Every drip is just a drop that drizzles drearily
outside my window where I watch the world so wearily—


a puddle’s penetrated
perfect circles generated


a lonely man frustrated
remembers days less inundated—

the gutter gulps down gallons and the wind begins to gust
as iron tenets slowly turn to silent ocher dust.


Shirley said...

Very creatively written!

rch said...

thanks that's what I was shooting for!