this rain has not watered
the garden of my vocabulary
the opposite
it has dried up my word-hoard
left my tongue and spirit withered
and filled my cheeks with dust
Poem 20160106
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floating and leaving no trace
Ah, the images here are stunning!
Thank you!
‘Word-hoard’ – love it!
Ha ha. I stole it from Beowulf.