Micro-Poetry #39:

Image result for rainfall





This millennium of rainfall,

Sweeping through my days

Washing away all I hold dear;

Though I embrace it

For the thought of what could wash us away

Must not scare us

It is the thought of allowing it to that I fear.

If you were lined up,

With the pyramids,

The towers,

The beautiful structures of our land

And all of the other wonders of the world,

It is you

That would be the most wonderful.

The concept of time frightens me,

Because our hours are numbered

Like the remaining days of our earth

And yet,

People still manage to waste it

As if we have it in abundance.

There are today’s micro-poems, hope you enjoy reading them! Please leave a comment to let me know what you think.

And, as always:

Happy writing!

Tell us what you thought:

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s