The drop seeps whole
from boulder-lichen
or ledge moss and drops,
joining, to trickle,
run, fall, dash,
sprawl in held deeps,
to rush shallows, spill
thin through heights,
but then, edging,
to eddy aside, nothing
of all but nothing's
curl of motion spent.
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Comments1WOW!!1 THIS POEM IS SO INCREDIBLY DEEP. IT REMINDS ME OF NATURE AND HOW WE'RE ALL JUST A SMALL PART OF A LARGER WHOLE. THE WAY ITS WRITEN REELY MAKES ME PICTURE WATER IN MY MIND. LOVE THE IMAGERY AND LANGUAGE USED HERE. KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK!