Poem Dry

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Dry                                                            Poem   Louise Sorensen  Nov.9, 2010

Dry, so very dry.

My little pool is gone this morning.

Sucked empty. Vanished. Extinct.

The stream that feeds it

dull, empty, perished.

My canteen, Sahara.

Not a camel, content with just a sip,

I am an otter, splashing, diving, surfing

on the world wide seas.

Five hours now.

Flights of vultures circle in my brain,

They whirl and dance on boiling thermals,

mocking me, earthbound.

I check the pool, the stream, again, again.

And sniff the air for trickle, droplet, drip.

Calls for help unanswered, scoffed, disdained.

All plans for fun this morning put on hold, and only hope remains.

All the oceans in the world cannot slake my thirst.

My DNS is down.

About louisesor

As I say in my twitter profile @louise3anne "I am a part of all that I have met..." from one of my favourite poems, 'Ulysses' by Tennyson.I believe that we are ALL a part of all that we have met. You can also find me on FaceBook.
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2 Responses to Poem Dry

  1. rasmihii says:

    A wonderful play on the poetry dropping through the twitter stream, and the images fit the tone of the poem. Great stuff, Louise…Rasmithii

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