The Trickle Poem by Anita Atina
The Trickle
I could feel the moist gathering
Yielding into the uneven folds and valleys
Micro rivulets, merging to flow
Into a single large dropp of sweat
That trickled from my brow
Teetering precariously
At the tip of my nose
Before yielding to the inevitable force
Of gravity that sucked into
Hot dust, the salt and water of my being.
Evaporating in the blink of an eye,
Licked by the merciless heat.
Such clarity giving beautiful significance to something so small 10++
You have taken a tiny detail of life and enlarged it with your attentiveness to detail and your poetic awareness. The result is quite magnificent - personal and universal. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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4/24/2024 3:40:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Knowing that there is more sweat and tears to come, great job.