We are Parch,ment to be Broken

 

The desert is
no place for these
unquiet stones.

We cry water
……….{water}
and
wait for new
storms.

 

..
Penning tiny poems for December. This one is for Twiglets #54

 

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4 Responses to We are Parch,ment to be Broken

  1. Misky says:

    Ooh very nice and fluid and perfectly watery!

  2. Marie Elena says:

    Oh my. Lovely and deep. (accidental pun 😉 )

  3. Shawna says:

    This has me picturing paper that she’s ripping into shreds, then going off into that desert place (for some desert tease [of desert ties?]).

    I always read “stones” as meaning … you know, round boy parts. 🙂 So here, they’re loud. 😛 LOL. Where oh where can those loud balls go … to bounce?

    “We cry water, water” … I love that!

    Have you ever noticed that “storms” is an anagram of “Mr. Toss”? 🙂 Likewise, “water” = “Ew, rat!”

    Hee hee.

  4. Just lovely. Has a spiritual feel to it.

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