Drought

Leaves are the bustled brittle scattered dry
Water Water
Torrid streets of utter desolation
Water Water
My lips desire a hint, a drop of
Water Water
Sun blazes dominating like William the Conqueror
Water Water

Desolation overshadows memory of substance
Water Water
Down the drain it flows it washes away
Water Water
Hold out cupped hand for the last drop
Water Water
My soul churns, it craves, it screams
Water Water

Reviews

[Jillian Alexis]

I like this piece you have penned, Ricohard. It is creative, original, and describes exactly what I would think a Drought to be like. You have a wonderful way with words...Hugz...Jillian

[James Mayfield]

Very well done in my humble opinion. I think the repitition was a bit much, however it was necessary for the next stanza. My only criticism is that with so many repititions the stanzas should be a bit longer.