Thoughts clear
As
Water
Flushes
The remains of the day
Down
Unseen pipes
To
A place
Far
From
The soapy bubbles
That
Caress fingers
While
Sliding
From
Scrubbing sponge
To
Stained porcelain
Then
Washing away attachment
To
The things
Clinging
To
Visible surfaces
And
Allowing
Release
From
What
Has
Become trapped
Within
The walls
Of
Cluttered minds
*
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Well done post – image and poem are a great pairing. Blessings, Robyn
Thank you Robyn!
really like this one …x
Thanks Ann!
perfect balance between photo and poem, Trisha.
“Thoughts clear
As
Water
Flushes
The remains of the day
Down
Unseen pipes
To
A place
Far”
I love those lines and the thought!
groetjes, Francina