Tuesday, July 31, 2012


the drop swells
expanding, spreading
lifting, filling, overflowing, spilling
from spoon to cup to clay pots
to puddles to pools to meandering brooks
to winding creeks to gushing, rushing rivers
to churning, surging channels to the mighty, rolling sea
to…eternity where the drop is the sea
and the sea is a…


  1. Ah...the poet’s spilled thought! :)

  2. :) thank-you...it really began with a drip...or was it a thought that begat word and word begat line and line begat stanza and then stanza became sonnet and sonnet a song and song a sweeping melody across a night where thought became word...


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