Noah's Curse
to turn on a tap
for one drop of water,
so much will be lost
the waste is shameless,
a flagrant inundation
of the original thirst,
and so with words, when
unfettered feverish
tongues spill forth
across a page, all
meaning is lost,
the vital message
undelivered
© Graham R Sherwood 03/24
Monday 18th March 2024 9:29 pm
Summer Dress
trees standing together
bristle rubbing shoulders
shivering like haute-couture
models, lean, willowy, naked
before being dressed
one eye on the weather
indecisive, not knowing
what best to wear and when,
they ache for a decorous
summer and the chance to
float like gossamer
on a light breeze
alas not today
© Graham R Sherwood 03/24
Monday 18th March 2024 10:56 am
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