Water Drops... Poem by Merlin Mwaura

Water Drops...



There....
in the middle of beauty,
A polite presence...
tends to its performance.

For times are changing,
and the calm?
the quiet?
the dull?
All purged to wander once again.

From their constricting cacoons,
to pride the stance of their talents.
The marvel that they bring,
to our,
for our,
Amusement an' terrible awe.

In the vicinity
of this presence i mentioned,
lie deep dark,
depressing truths.
Reality,
Destiny,
Serenity.

For a dropp from
far up the shady sky
breaks the monotony...
of this very facts.

The inevitableness to hold an audience,
to pause thought, of they that glance.
'Tis the art lieth in,
it is that final act of a sacred action...
an adhered dropp from the heavens,
finds us here on the earth.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jurietta Duraan 28 July 2008

a beautiful image..... a promise, a secret, a work of art captured in a drop.... very lovely poem.

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