Mark Heathcote

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A Dripping Faucet Tap - Poem by Mark Heathcote

There is this love
Like an empty house
With a dripping faucet tap
There is this love
That's like a henhouse
Worn around you like burlap
So course is its mixing taps
Even air runs hot and cold
Worlds apart is this love
That never fills, hope!
A cracked hand basin…
Never mind your heart and soul.

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Comments about A Dripping Faucet Tap by Mark Heathcote

  • Gajanan Mishra (5/10/2013 4:02:00 AM)

    there is this love, very fine one, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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  • Allen Steble (5/10/2013 4:01:00 AM)

    great poem with nice imagery in the verses. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, July 24, 2017

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