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,
love,
dries
on a hot pavement.
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3 Comments:

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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