Drown Poem by Jonathan Land
Drown
Rating: ★2.5
And you would pause
in the middle of the letter,
and hold the pen in awe,
and the ink would flow freely,
unbound. A puddle of ink that
would become a pool that would flood
the word, and the page
and your life.
Do you pause,
do you risk
losing the words?
Sunday, December 4, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: flood
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