My thoughts are raindrops.
Each drop on its own doesn't move me.
But as these raindrops collect
they form puffy clouds
full of potential.
Word clouds.
Getting bigger and denser and then
the
rain
falls
On the paper as I hold my pen.
First a trickle down the page,
...then a torrent.
Non-stop the words flow from my pen
till my raindrops ebb at the margins,
...I am drained.
My poem is written and the paper satisfied
till the next rainstorm comes.
Each drop on its own doesn't move me.
But as these raindrops collect
they form puffy clouds
full of potential.
Word clouds.
Getting bigger and denser and then
the
rain
falls
On the paper as I hold my pen.
First a trickle down the page,
...then a torrent.
Non-stop the words flow from my pen
till my raindrops ebb at the margins,
...I am drained.
My poem is written and the paper satisfied
till the next rainstorm comes.
Karl Kliparchuk is a wine writer at www.mywinepal.com and a retired teacher living in Burnaby, BC. In 2022, he had his free-verse poems published by winecellarpress.com, academyoftheheartandmind, the StrideFest Burnaby Arts Festival 2022 and 2023, Wingless Dreamer Publisher, and by Kind of A Hurricane Press.
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