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Kevin Hodgson // Apr 17th 2009 at 3:52 am
Drip Drip Drop
Drip
I feel it
Drop
the pull of my mind
Drip
moving in slow motion
Drop
coming awake
Drip
I am at this moment in time
Drop
alert for words.
Listen to the poem: http://www.box.net/shared/static/tnzzfduc3r.mp3
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Ken Allan // Apr 17th 2009 at 3:52 am
In the arid heat there’s nothing so dear
as water to a parchment tongue.
Nothing so peaceful in a cool evening
than the rippling lake in summer.
What is it about crystal clear water
That turns a tired mind from dull task?
Ken Allans last blog post..Fun Greetings From Middle-earth
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National Poetry Month: Change | Milobo's Musings // Apr 17th 2009 at 8:11 am
[...] Another poem, this one inspired by Bud Hunt’s National Poetry Month Challenge #17. [...]
omh // Apr 18th 2009 at 10:51 pm
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