Drop Poem by Tony Berbechinie
Drop
Starting as a drop
Forming into a trickle and
Now I stand astounded, awed by the works before me
A stream nerveless, tumbling down, horses of the water
Then without direction, still and unbroken, calm, as if
To peer into mother’s eyes
(The) Serenity (that I have found) cold as it is
Seems to have lit a mystic flame, warming the heart within
As if honeydew was rushing from natures womb
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