Metronome

The poem I had intended to post still isn't cooked yet, I fear that it may be rather too stringy and may never reach the light of day.

The poem I offer instead was written yesterday afternoon and the content is still valid today, unfortunately. Well the variety is special and should be welcomed.



Metronome 10 Jul 09

Tap tap tap
On the conservatory roof
A leaky gutter
Fed by the drizzle
From the low-flying cloud.
The tops of the hills
Have been stolen

Fifty-one beats a minute
Tap too slow for a heart
Tap too fast for a stroll
Tap in the park
Tap too wet
Tap to try



Maybe it will dry out soon - please?

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