Pools of being

poem by: Robert Kohlhammer
Written on Jun 18, 2017

Sweat drips in the fountain of clouds like a ruffle of bird feathers
a gap in the sky is like a pebble rippling on a pond 
at the corner of my eye the lawn is gilded by the 
the trill of the birds nesting in between the crowds of high flyers

The gap is a pike fish for a herron on a hind stalk 
lilly pads are hooded like the waters around the sun
The shaded entry towards the  exit of the tongue
He sits like a coffee cup in the hands of waxwork

There is a dimming light in the button on standby
There is an exit but it is as quiet as a thought
There is popular culture  in the stream of being interested but bored.


Tags: inspirational, metaphor,

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Christopher Russon commented:
A really well written poem Robert.
Ja Ja commented:
Life disguised as nature. Thank you


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