The Poet


Rain (Photo credit: Moyan_Brenn)

A blank page
A blank day of no purpose
Other than to stare
And write

All it took to make her happy
Was to sit out in a little
Sun and feel her hair stroked
By some fondling breeze

The mobile rings
She drifts into
Business but comes back
Soon enough

The sounds of water
Touch her ears now
A pattering motion
Still far away

She is here to write
A little at a time
And s l o w l y
Little words like the little

Drops of rain now
F a l l i n g
On her white pages
Colouring it

She stops.
Takes time to feel the liquid

Millicent Danker


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