Liquid Lies

May 5, 2010
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A leaky faucet
The cool water drips slowly, rhythmically
Each drop is different
Growing larger as the golden handle is turned
Turmoil begins as the water
The ceramic bowl
Madly swirling in an ever widening circle
Downward into the drain
The current searches franticly for an exit
It is a twister, spinning rapidly in smaller and smaller circles
Tumbling through the silver grate into the unknown darkness
All that are left are beads of water clinging to the basin
Waiting expectantly
For a gust of wind to blow them into the air once again

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tori-gurl said...
May 26, 2010 at 1:40 pm

lies spread like water i see the comparison. you are very gifted and i like that you decided to post work on here your very good


Thinker said...
May 25, 2010 at 6:57 pm
Meaning in the ordanary is more profound than the ordanary found in the profound.
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