My latest five-line original poem.
I’m The
i’m the drip off the leaves; the puddle
at the end of the gutter; the discarded,
wet coke can half-buried in the grass;
the broken umbrella unable to unfurl;
and the longing of the darkening clouds.
Poem: I’m The
Milam's Musings 
Brett, you are so much more than that, lift your head up out of the puddle, see that coke can that was created to quench someone thirst. more than a broken umbrella because you can dance in the rain coming without it. OMG, did I create a poem??? Never did that before…just couldn’t stand for you to see the world half empty instead of half full..
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You did just create a lovely poem! Thank you for that!
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