watching (Remove filter)
The Stream
The Stream
Pit brown, eddies like molasses
Trout, their underbellies speckled
with mottled brown marks swim
inside a subterranean world
Ceaseless the water runs
Never the same pattern
As in life the moment passes
and can never be lived again.
Saturday 19th November 2022 5:24 pm
Recent Comments
Jon on New Life
1 hour ago
prakhar dhama on The Evolution Within
4 hours ago
Landi Cruz on Gun in the fridge
4 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Woke
8 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on I could see myself doing this job.
8 hours ago
Jon on New Life
8 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Save the children
8 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Draft Dodger
8 hours ago
7eVen on Melancholy.
8 hours ago
Mike Bartram on Kim Phúc The Napalm Girl
9 hours ago