Monday, 16 April 2012

Dirty Water (Day 16)

Dirty water becomes crystal
and I see my fingers
as they once were
overlowing with detail.

Overflowing with snapped nails
and splots of spots
like a mousetrap
caught up in a experimental painting.

Overflosing with imagination
of my nephew's makeup
and cake mixture.

Overflowing with love,

overflowing with a smile,

overflowing with a ehad turn
as I realise
I'll need more hot water.

(Day 15 off asked us to write a poem
based a picture they supplied. My poem above alas didn't touch this
but instead wrote one about a recent memory of my nephew of
which whose picture I am not going to post).

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