Little Drops of Poetry

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January 24, 2012 Poetry , , , ,

My Design, Climb High: Home in South Africa


You progress through a series of spaces
Open up the doors,
See in front of you
A living view

A pond,
Everywhere there is sweet water
Look towards the garden,
Patterns speak of stories in distant lands

Uniformity of materials
A textured stucco
All were the same kind of wood.

Enter this way
The tower stair leads high
Enter the courtyard
And come inside

1 to “My Design, Climb High: Home in South Africa”

  1. The Fisch says...

    Looking back through the old drops. This poem is really lovely! “Everywhere there is sweet water,” “A textured stucco.” Soft language, a light touch. Not too hot, not too cold. Just right 🙂

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