I can't remember the specific assignment that led me to write this poem, but I do remember being at a loss for anything creative when I heard a faucet dripping in the bathroom at school.
And well, this is what came out.
Please enjoy the poem and check out the other poems I have posted on the Poetry Page. Any comments on any of the stuff posted there are always welcome.
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st
arts
slowly
as the water
seeps through the
crack in the window frame and
coagulates bit by liquid bit into something
more than the individual parts that make it up.
It grows and morphs, bends and stretches, seeming
always to push beyond the boundaries that it is
supposed to obey. Then, when it can hold
no more, it pulls away from that
to which it holds,
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