splash! (the garden)

tower
I draw my water
from the well

it falls
a long way
into the black

sometimes
my bucket takes
a small forever
the rope unravels so

on and on
will it stop this time
will it fall and fall
to be one
with the black

no

the water calls out
a steady voice
a minor splash

splash!

I draw my rope
up
from the black
well
well

it is heavy
now
I suppose

hardly makes
a difference to me
I fall
in
as it winds
up

it is a kind of
dancing
my flailing
through air

a kind of singing

wind whistles . . .

I never hear
the splash

I waken
just
in time

splash!

I walk my
water
up the path

sometimes
I swap it
from side
to side

mostly
my bucket holds it
inside

mostly
it
does not leak

mostly I do not . . .

splash!

I do not
splash!

and I wonder
about this tower

who set it
standing so

was it a test
for me
to make my garden
into
a flower

is it
for the sound
of long waited water
on
dry ground

splash!

I draw
my water
from the well

I have a flower

I have
a garden

splash!

~

Written for Hélène Vaillant’s WHAT DO YOU SEE? MAY 14/2019 Picture Prompt

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18 thoughts on “splash! (the garden)

  1. A delightful story/poem, Frank. I love the question about the tower, was it a test… Thank you for joining the challenge.

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  2. Pingback: What do you See? Roundup May 14/2019 | Willow Poetry

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