A poem
In the downpour,
drunken streams seek new journeys
to undertake & around our toes,
they uncock their breath.
We are suddenly alive in the river
as the canoes float pass,
swollen in their capsized sleep.
We wait for the flood to reach
the door mouth, to swallow all
that we have gathered.
It is not much.
The drunk climbs higher & higher,
& soon enough only our eyes brighten
the dusk like polished pebbles,
they trap the sudden darkness
in their light.
Hi, I am Warpedpoetic; a writer. I have been writing poetry, fiction and non-fiction for a while now on different blockchain based social media platforms. It is good to see another one and on the Solana chain for that matter. This is good. A chain that guarantees instantaneous transactions and cheap fees is a good place to have such a project.
I am thrilled to be here. I hope I can contribute my little quota here. Thank you for the amazing welcome that may or may not come. Thank you and enjoy.
