Kingsbrae 14.2
14 June 2017
Wordless Wednesday
All sound has run dry in my
song-sparrow throat.
Words and music no longer flow.
They need eaux de vie,
the waters of life.
Water from a bucket, perhaps,
though I cannot stoop to fill,
nor carry it, without spilling.
A hosepipe, then, though I need
to bend to make the connections
and turn the tap on, and alas,
I am too old and stiff to bend.
Rain, perhaps, though today
it must fall from a cloudless sky.
Who could pray for rain on a day
like today, with sun warming earth
and flowers and my old bones
basking, wordless in the warmth.
I long for the word drought to end.
Silent I shall sit and wait for the word
-well to fill itself with those spiritual
waters flowering and flowing deep within.
rogermoorepoet 
A new spin on wordless Wednesday!
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Indeed: I am indebted to you for the idea and the wording. Thank you. Perhaps I should mention this in a comment on the poem. See: we learn from each other!
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Ah, I wish I could take credit for originating it! I’m not sure where it started, but it’s a photography challenge that runs around WordPress. But we certainly do learn from one another.
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I’m giving you the credit, because your blog was where I first saw it, I think.
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Well I will take it then! 😊
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