![]() The Kitchen DrainA Poem by Cyndy Robinson![]() One of my first pieces, what can I say, but another piece I read made me put this here.![]()
Still water, cocooned in sterile steel
an impassable, impenetrable barrier. The bloody show. The plug is pulled. Within the vulnerable sanctuary, bubbles breathe agitation. Its embryonic essence dribbling down the drain. Staggering, waving in an erratic beat... swaying, swelling into undulating movement... A soothing, rocking rhythm, whose intricate pulse keeps time to the nurturing essence drizzling down the drain. The center takes form. Rising up to crest and curl; standing on its own, and rippling into a ring. Slowly waltzing around and around while its independent essence marches down the drain. By spinning faster, twirling tighter, and tenuously tapering into a bottleneck, a funnel is fashioned. Reveling in movement; Jumping a jubilant jig in careless disregard of its daring essence surging down the drain. It increases in velocity. A whirling, mad blur forms an untamed, turbulent tornado. Precariously plastered in a passionate polka of giddy gyrations and frenzied speed while its powerful essence gushes down the drain. The steel jaws of the drain suck the tornado dry, and as a token of esteem blast a deafening belch. The last clinging drops of existence slip slowly, oozing down the drain.
© 2016 Cyndy RobinsonAuthor's Note
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Added on June 15, 2016Last Updated on June 15, 2016 Author![]() Cyndy RobinsonElwood, ILAboutI had poems published in my younger years. Was active in a group called Poets and Writers Literary Forum. Got married, Had kids, got divorced years ago. Am going to retire in a couple of years. I .. more..Writing
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