Water drops skew sight,
like clouds raining tears, smudging
Softly, silk droplets
fall like sands through an hourglass,
like minutes filling
a river of liquid time,
rushing into the future.
This post is my first attempt participating in one of WordPress’s Writing Workshops, and part of my scary effort to become a better writer!
Perhaps I should have started with Writing 101, but here I am beginning with Writing 201: Poetry… Wish me luck!