Wednesday, February 08, 2012

A Leaky Pipe

Drip, drip
The house pipe is leaking again, my dear.
The cold hard winter is coming.
Drip, drip
leaking precious water,
precious love.

A wounded creature seeking refuge,
seeking a safe place to hide,
away from others.
Needing time to heal, to balm,
life numbing desiccating ravages,
hidden soul abscesses,
open festering hurts,
and water.

Drip, drip
precious water,
on a hot pavement.



Anonymous Bible Trivia said...

This is an interesting poem. The leaking water is love and caring right? I guess everyone feels like this at some point. You want shelter and you want to stop the slow bleeding from the little cuts that add up so quickly.

10:14 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Yes, that does sums up certain parts of the poem. Thanks for your comment.

10:27 PM  
Anonymous Mari Lydman said...

yeah that is a great poem about the leaky pipe i love it.

4:45 PM  

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