What water drips on my page of questions?
It lies bland and waiting for my hand
To wander through its distant pages
Of lands to be explored
The water drips down my window
Drawing me from my page
What story lies behind each raindrop?
Waiting to be collected
I travel, wander, fight and dance
As ink glides across my page
Where will my journey end today?
As water drips across my ink
My pen placed down I sit and wonder
At the place I have journeyed today
My heart is crying with tears I squander
As my journey ends today
Tomorrow will start another journey
Another empty page
Where will I escape to another day?
Another grey rainy day
By Serina Hartwell
Author of The Hidden Saga
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Beautiful pictorial poem.Thank you so much for following my blog.Warm wishes.jalal
You are very welcome Jalal. I’m glad you enjoyed my poetry. I look forward to sharing with you.
curious reflection and reading; love your blog Serina!
Thank you for subscribing to my site! Eddie
I always put my heart and soul into every piece, so it’s good to know that my readers are picking up on that. Thank you for your encouragement, Eddie. I look forward to sharing with you.