Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Dry Thirst
Once we were liquid
Entangled, wrapped in grasps
Scared of the dry sunrise
In that morning
I heard the bath water
Small splashes…gingerly
The faucet became a trickle, then nothing. I was left with the creaks of the house.
Every now and then I run the water
For no apparent reason
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Beautiful writing and so touching for its reality. Loved it. Thank you.
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:_( the sadness of memories. Well done!
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Likely we all wonder where it has all gone. A short but full poem of so many places on our planet.
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WOW-Good.
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Oh… how lovely. And complicated.
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beautifully done Elan.
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interesting shape
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Dig it much. The sound of water is reason enough to run a faucet, perhaps. Sl glad you made and shared.
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I love this poem. Very simple; deceptively so! Well done, and thank you for sharing it.
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