Post No. 915
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The Droplet
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As I watched
The line ran
Glistening silver
Towards the edge
Hesitated, elongated
Then drooped over
Poised to fall…
.
©Denise G Allen, 13 February 2016 03:04
Post No. 915
.
The Droplet
.
As I watched
The line ran
Glistening silver
Towards the edge
Hesitated, elongated
Then drooped over
Poised to fall…
.
©Denise G Allen, 13 February 2016 03:04
I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people! I am back after a break. Thanks for still being here, if you are! Missed you! xxx
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13/02/2016 at 5:21 pm
There was a song from long ago, “Anticipation..”an-ti-ci-pa-ation it’s keeping me w-a-aiting……” That was the first thought that I had, upon seeing in my mind’s eye, that singular droplet poised on the edge, the brink, the very precipice of its existence as an entity unto itself. How’s that for waxing poetically? lol. A very thought provoking poem Denise, as I find most of your works to be.
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13/02/2016 at 5:46 pm
Your words describe my picture so accurately, Jake. Thank you for your really insightful comment. (and for the flattery, lol)
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