Open Poetry #35 |
Dry spell |
Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
Where water flowed the earth lay parched, its' weathered surface to the sky. Enduring drought, over-exposed, to arid winds and dusty sighs. Innumerable, the hours and days with no relief, and none in sight. No hint of any future stays the hand that would control this blight. Yet, forces gather, and are felt, that will in time unlock the doors, for, even as we speak, somewhere, the heavens open and it pours. |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Good grief Dr. Moose....give me a drink will ya?!! Just pullin' your leg. This is an awesome write and yes, hopefully for those regions parched....rain will come. hugs, Chris Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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