Poem #10

‘High water’


The creek that rises

unheard in the night

The wave churned on storm winds

undercutting the bluff

The rain filling the basement

until all your life is afloat

The leak in the roof spreading

as the ceiling rots, falls

exposing years of neglect


The soul drowning

no dolphin in sight


Categories: postcard poems, scenery | Tags: , , , , , | 1 Comment

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One thought on “Poem #10

  1. Betty Mulligan Frezon

    Beautiful. You have a way with words.

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