A Poem That I Call Thought Buckets
A phrase came to me today, as I was brushing my hair. Thought Buckets. No, I had never heard it before. I made it up. I ran with it, or rather my fingers ran across the keyboard to write this poem today. On a related note, thank-you to Jeff of Reveling In the Overflowing Grace of […]
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Aquileana wrote: "Great poem... What is left is your wonder about/
Holes in fragile buckets, and/
The dripping moments when/
You wonder about new waters/.
Aquileana :)"
Thanks for your support and wonderful to connect with you here too, Aqui!
What is left is your wonder about/
Holes in fragile buckets, and/
The dripping moments when/
You wonder about new waters/.
Aquileana :)