In The Near Future

Written for:  Sunday Whirl  #411

Words:  course, groan, still, find, melt, chime, oath, sign,  water, beat, shimmer, short

Of course you can still find water
in short supply where last
of the shimmering ice floes
melted. There is no sign,
but there are bells chiming
nearby in the ancient tower–
an odd beat, more of
a groan. They all took
an oath . . . too late.



About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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