I Really not Know

I Really not Know

A Poem by Kenneth Stephen Goodpaster

The sink still is busted, 
dripping chronic drips.
The pipes maladjusted, 
I really not know,
Though, In abundant clouds, 
swarm pestering thrips.
Untouched by misty-shrouds 
of bath while ago.
 Humid air I inhale,
Having to open lips
A razor I avail,
Shaving stubble I grow,
Though slightly my hand slips,
And some blood starts to show.
With towel, I dry face,
Exposing subtle hair strips
With ease, I efface 
Listening to the crow
Accompanied by drips.
Cause? I really not know. 

© 2013 Kenneth Stephen Goodpaster

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So nice poem in so nice rhyme!
Your lines gives a wonderful message.
If thrips are a common sight in your environment?
"Though, In abundant clouds,
swarm pestering thrips."

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Kenneth Stephen Goodpaster

9 Years Ago

Thank you, and they would be in one not very well maintained.

9 Years Ago

You are most welcome,dear poet :)
Felt your piece as a movie being played in front of my eyes.

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Added on May 7, 2013
Last Updated on May 7, 2013
Tags: Drip, Sink, Crow, Know

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