Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Tasty teardrops

One tiny tear
At the base.
And
Delicious drops
Hang
By the edge of shelf.
Giving in to gravity,
Blending in the puddle,
Where you can't tell
One from another.
The pendants,
Trickling, slowly.
Spirits,
Draining.
Sorrows, swimming.
And
Empty bottle, mocking.

6 comments:

  1. What Jennifer said. And that empty bottle! Nice going, Ruby!

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  2. How quickly that bottle emptied, before you even knew what hit! ♥

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    1. That is the way of things Kathy. The bottles usually empty that fast. Thank you for that little heart. It made my day.

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