How shall I count the leaks?
By squares, roundness, rectangles, or triangles
They crowd my vision, not impeding glimpses of the stars.
Water flows through as rain pounds the roof
So many,ย so uncountable, my mind grows dizzy
I grow weary and seek my pillow
My eyes start to close as my body sags to the sheets
The only summation I come to, is; my bed feels wet.
~ T๐
PS: Doesn’t rhyme, but I got it out of my head ๐
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I have started this my first website. Always been my dream to build one. I love being online. To me it's a whole new world, but I love the real world too and my favourite interest is walking. Reading, meeting people and going to movies and restaurants are some of my hobbies. I have kids who love animes so I got caught up in that too ๐ I love going to the beach on any given day rain or shine, but rainy days are the best for me. Coming back home from one of these excursions and then listening to the pitter patter of the rain on the roof or the drumming sound it makes is my lullaby and the sound of the surf pounding on the reef is another.
Writing my first book and itโs an amazing thing finding out how capable you are of building a story up and then that story taking over in the telling. The things Iโve learnt about myself while writing this is just phenomenal. I love what Iโm doing and doing what I love.
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Therese, this poem makes me laugh. Thank you for it. Thank you too for the likes you give my posts. It is always a pleasure to see your picture appear.
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Thank you, David. It was a tongue in cheek monologue ๐
And it’s a pleasure to read your posts. Keep them coming. God bless ๐๐
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I like the poem very much. It has such a ring of honesty to it.
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Thank you for commenting. I guess like everyone else, life’s experiences influences most of what I write. Your discerning that is extraordinary. God bless you ๐ ๐
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